Saturday, June 15, 2013

Stream of Consciousness

There are five more days left of commuting 52 miles to and from work left for me. You would think I'd be ecstatic. But, the closer we seem to come to moving, the more painful my commute seems to be. Part of me thinks God is trying to make us even more appreciative of the change once we move. But, I really think I am starting to lose my mind.  Just read some of the thoughts that go through my mind during my three to four hours in the car:

"Once I get to work, I will only have ten more times that I have to make this drive...ten..."

(After reading a Connecticut vanity tag) "'EXIT12'?!? What is that supposed to mean?  That is the stupidest license plate I've seen yet.  Why would you pay money for that license plate?  What exit is exit 12 in CT anyway?  Stamford is 8-10, so it must be somewhere between Stamford and Milford.  What could possibly be the significance of some town between Stamford and Milford?"

(After reading a sign updating traffic conditions) "8 miles and 8 minutes to Allston/Brighton.  How is that possible?  I am stopped. Literally traveling 0 miles an hour. The top speed I have reached in the last 20 minutes is 20 miles an hour. The only way I could travel 8 miles in 8 minutes would be if my car turned into a helicopter right now. Or if I had a plow attached to the front of my car and could bulldoze traffic around me.  Now THAT would be cool!"

(8 minutes later) "So, clearly that sign must be a joke, because I have traveled less than half a mile."

(28 minutes later) "8 miles in 28 minutes would have been more accurate.  I don't know how they determine these travel times, but they should double their calculation before posting it. If it said '8 miles 40 minutes', right now I'd be thinking, "Woo Hoo!  I made it in 28 minutes. That's got to be some kind of record!'  Instead, I'm just pissed off at the ineptitude of MassDOT."


(The next day, after reading the same sign) "Maybe they should make MassDOT employees get in a car and drive the Pike all day long to report on travel conditions. That would be the WORST job ever. They could punish criminals by making them drive it.  Wait, no, bad idea. They might crash intentionally. I bet if Jesus came back to earth now, the Romans would torture him by making him drive the Pike repeatedly before crucifying him.  Wait, that seems sacrilegious. I wonder if God will consider my torturous endurance of this traffic as atonement..."

(After the announcement that the Pats signed Tim Tebow) "I hope Tim Tebow never has to drive on I-90 or I-93 during rush hour.  It may shake his faith knowing Hell does exist."

(Too the tune of 'Stuck In The Middle With You') "Cars to the left of me / More cars to my right / Here I am / Stuck in rush hour with you."

"Why do I wake up everyday thinking, 'Maybe there won't be traffic today?'  Isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result?  Am I insane?  I must be if I drive this everyday and still wake up the next day wondering if there will be less traffic.  I think I'm sane...is this what insane feels like?  Thinking your sane when your not?  Maybe I don't actually THINK there will be less traffic.  I just WISH there would be less traffic. That must be the difference. Still sane, just hopelessly optimistic..."

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Think McCaully Culkin screaming in Home Alone...this was actually in my out loud voice.

Wow, seeing it written out definitely makes me rethink my sanity...

10 days until we close...10 more nights sleeping in a hotel...9 more times I have to drive along the Mass Pike during rush hour...

Pray for our sanity between now and the 25th.

Love, The Trahans

Monday, June 10, 2013

How Living in a Hotel is like College

We have officially moved out of the house and are living in a hotel. Which sounds very fancy. Champagne, caviar, room service, pool. Until you realize we are at the Econo Lodge. No pool.  No room service, unless you are Hannah and Mikie and Mike and I are the staff (unpaid staff I should add). There might be caviar in the pond out front, but I wouldn't want to eat it. We do have champagne, but only because I moved the bottle of Andre from the house to the hotel (really classy, I know).

All kidding aside, it could be worse. As a coworker joked, we could be "living in a van down by the river".  But, moving from a 4 bedroom, 2 1/2 bathroom, 2800 sq. ft. house into the equivalent of a studio apartment with a cleaning lady is quite an adjustment. It's like being back to college, but with two kids...

Problem #1:  Sleeping. We have two queen beds; one for us and one for the kids. Or, as Hannah tried to convince us, "One for the girls and one for the boys."  Ha!  Fat chance, kid. I've seen "Family Guy". I don't need to give her easy access to smother me while I sleep.

Remember being in college and finding out you are an early riser, but your roommate is a night owl?  That's us.  The kids go to bed at 8:30. First, because they need their sleep (it's hard enough to wake them up at 6 am). Second, because Mike and I need time without listening to them whine and fight. So, we put them to bed. Mikie, the world's soundest sleeper, passes out immediately. Hannah, the world's lightest sleeper, will not go to sleep unless you lay in bed snuggling her. And, even then she wants to have a conversation for a good forty minutes. 

Once we overcome the hurdle of getting them to sleep, we encounter another problem. We don't go to sleep for another 3 hours. In college, you could just walk to your friend down the hall or hang out in the common area. But, in a hotel?  We lay in the adjacent bed reading, occasionally daring to watch TV with the volume really lowdown as not to disturb Hannah. 

Worse, imagine that your college roommate is scared of the dark. And, for some reason insists on having half the lights on to fall asleep. I, who am a light sleeper (especially since having kids), woke up every two hours when I came out of REM sleep because I thought the light filtering though my lids was the sun and that I overslept. 

After the second night without sleep, we bought low wattage bulbs for the lights. 

After the third night without sleep, I took a risk and turned off the lights during the night. 

Now, I leave the bathroom light on with the door cracked so that the room is dark enough for me to sleep. But, if the kids wake up, they won't panic. 

Problem #2:  TV. First, the kids are not used to live television.  Mikie keeps asking us to "pause" the TV.  Hannah keeps asking us to put on (insert a show that is not on), demanding that we turn it on "On Demand". We've given up trying to explain that we don't have a DVR. 

Second, there is only one TV. So, just like in college, we need to agree on what to watch. This is less of an adjustment for Mike and I, because we usually watch what the kids want to watch when they are awake and agree on what to watch together when they are asleep. But, the kids are not used to agreeing. If Hannah was watching Caillou, Mikie would ask to watch Loony Tunes in our bedroom. If Mikie was watching something Hannah didn't want to watch, she would scream/ask to watch Netflix on the computer, and, in many instances, end up in time out. 

Problem #3:  Imposing time out when there are only two rooms. My solution has been to make everyone suffer by turning off all electronic devices and make them sit on separate beds. Mikie's solution is to threaten to put Hannah in the bathroom by herself. His way is very effective because of problem #4...

Problem #4:  Hannah's SEVERE separation anxiety.  Hannah will not allow us to leave her alone for even a second lately. Worse, Hannah considers herself "alone" if I am not occupying the same space as her AND she has an unobstructed view of me from where she is. This means I can't leave her in the car for the ten seconds it takes me to walk around to her door and unbuckle her car seat. She begs Mikie to stay in the car until I get to her door. This anxiety also extends to me leaving her I the hotel room with Mike and Mikie to do laundry, and, occasionally, to me walking into the bathroom to shower or empty my bladder. 

Problem #5:  Communal, coin operated laundry room.  We have to carry the laundry down a flight of stairs. This requires appropriate dress in case you should encounter other hotel patrons on your way to the guest laundry room. Plus, physically carrying a basket of laundry down the stairs.  At home, I would throw everything down the stairs and pick it up, or kick it, around the corner to the laundry area.  Then, I need to find an empty machine (there are only two washers, only one of which is high efficiency, and two dryers) and, $3 in quarters per load ($1.50 for the washer and $1.50 for the dryer). Oh, and, I need to keep track of when I started the load so that I can run back downstairs before someone "tables" my wet clothes. 

Problem #6:  Parking. Of course you would always fight for the parking spot right in front of your dorm or class. Especially if you went to school where it snowed. And, if you didn't get that spot, you might have to make multiple trips to and from your car to get your books, groceries, Ghanian drum, etc. back inside your dorm. Now, imagine doing that with two other people, one of whom doesn't have the ability to carry her own things. In the pouring rain. When the closest parking spot is a block away. 

I THOUGHT I could solve this predicament by pulling up to the front door, unloading Mikie and all our stuff (book bags, lunch boxes, work laptop, purse, etc) into the foyer. Mikie is responsible enough to watch our stuff while Hannah and I park the car and run back through the rain with the umbrella. The glitch in my brilliant scheme:  Hannah's SEVERE separation anxiety. While I unloaded the car and Mikie was in the foyer, Hannah was "alone in the car" (if you disregard the fact that I was in and out of the car every 15 seconds).  In her mind, I had forgotten her, and she was hysterical by the time we parked and ran back to the hotel. 

Problem #7:  Cooking. Similar to college, we are eating a lot of pasta and things that can be prepared in a microwave. We do have a "kitchen" with a full size refrigerator, sink, dishwasher, microwave, and stove. But, no oven. And, since the room is so small, I haven't braved sautéing chicken for fear of setting off the smoke alarm/sprinkler system. Which Mike succeeded in doing when he fried me an egg the night we decided to have breakfast for dinner. 

On the upside, we are relocating to a new hotel next Friday when school ends. This way, we're closer to the new house, can reduce our commute on Monday morning. And, the new hotel has a pool (Ooh! Ahh!)

And, we only have 10 more days until we close on the new house...

Love, the Trahans