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Well, all the people who really need to know now know… Sort of… there are still a few who don’t – some who I really should take time to tell and some who it’s safe to say they don’t read this blog, so…

I’m not going to go into a helluva lot of detail here – mostly because the why really doesn’t matter to most people, but…

For the benefit of my kids – I have agreed to give my ex primary custody, and take visitation. There is a long list of reasons why this is best for them – chief among them being they identify better with their father and his religious values than they do with me and my ah… lack of them. It also eliminates this bouncing around during the school session – which is a nightmare. Expect some blogging on that topic in the future… It’s a rough choice for a mother.

And, in the man’s defense – I can’t say my ex is a bad father, just a really bad husband.

Add to this mix that The BF is being hauled off to Phoenix – and you’ve got this little Southern California native preparing to move to the freaking desert. 

Which was the cause of the house hunting chronicles…

Well, custody agreement settled, house found, moving date established… 

For the next six weeks, I go into crazy mode…

Clearing out my list of things to do at work, extricating myself from everything and training others to do what I do (which is to keep everybody else’s stuff organized… They’re in a worlda hurt.) 

Packing up the current residence – getting all that stuff and clutter of life organized and together, and then cleaned up after. The nice thing? The new place is much bigger – like 1,000 square feet bigger – so at least that’s not an issue.

Prepping for a relatively short move – it’s long enough that it can’t be done in a day, but short enough that hiring someone else to do it is not only ridiculously expensive, it’s impractical, as they take a minimum of four days to do the actual moving (hello – it’s 6 hours away! I want my stuff!)

And all the while, trying to keep job going, work on my freelance stuff, do the radio show on Feb 1, still have the kids half the time throughout February, etc, etc, etc.

Nah, the next six weeks are going to be cake.