Matthew is in the US again this week. Between business meetings he is driving around San Jose and environs looking for a place for us to live. He will rent us a place without me seeing it and although the company that is offering him this contract offered to fly us all out to visit, the only thing worse than moving into a house sight-unseen that has been rented by your spatially-unaware husband (‘it didn’t look like a box room when I viewed it’) is flying twelve hours with three children under six and a new baby unless you absolutely have to.
I am so hiring a nanny to accompany us on the flight when we move.
I have had two months to come to terms with this move and the bit I am dreading most is the flight. On a recent trip back from San Francisco, Matthew sat behind a family with three small children and nary a peep was heard out of them. Great, I said. Yes it was, Matthew replied. So you asked them how they did it, right? I asked. Um…, he trailed. Men! (Although it’s okay, it’s certain to have been Phenergan because I know about these things. It was the first thing I Googled, right after ‘Silicon Valley bloggers’. Because this moving lark, it’s all about getting your priorities right.)
So Matthew will rent us a house and I will love it. Love it, ya hear?
And if one of the rooms turns out to be a boxroom, well you know where Matthew will be sleeping.
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