Moving is a pain
16 years ago
General
This is the beginning of my Journal.
It's an inevitability in the military that one will move. I happen to be one of the ones that moves every 3-4 years or so. And none of my moves have ever EVER gone smoothly. They always move too fast and adding the government level of bureaucracy into the mix, it's difficult to be on time. We are moving from Northern Va down to the Charlottesville area. The situation has moved very quickly thus far in terms of finding a house to buy. I don't like the idea of buying a house that a few years down the road we will have to rent out or sell but there is nothing to rent out there as it is.
The daycare situation is abysmal. No one gets to work any earlier than 8 o'clock. This is so far removed from the way the DC metro area works that it is ridiculous. The bonus here is that we get to get up at 6, have a family breakfast every day and then get our kids ready for school. It's more like what I knew as a youngster. The problem here becomes that there's no way of getting home before 5:45 or so. So while one of us is getting breakfast together, the other is going to be getting dinner ready to be cooked. We have to be more organized to make this work right. I still have to figure out what I'm doing for PT out there. Hopefully none of the douchecocks that are going out there that outrank me will get a bug up their ass to have PT before 8 because that just won't be happening.
Question for you folks: How old should a child be before they can lock up the house themselves and walk to the bus stop? I ask because my 8 year old will have to ride the bus to school but I don't feel that he can manage the responsibility. They actually let kids ride their bikes to school at his age. Frankly, I rode my bike to school too...Of course, I knew how to ride a bike and I lived on a military installation. He has the option to ride the bus, but it doesn't get to the development where we will potentially be living until 7:30 in the morning. A 30 minute drive plus a 10 minute drop off for the baby is a tough situation.
And moving is never fun because we have to go through all the things we have and cut down the things we don't need/want/use. Which is tough. Making tough decisions is not my forte. Coupling that with the both of us having to finish History papers and take Finals in the next two weeks as well as get our house ready to move and still finding time for our kids, I am a little stressed out and I'm sure that my wife is too. There are a million things to do, the problem is that when we get there, there's nothing to do. The building isn't built yet, the lines aren't run, the place isn't going to open until November. We won't have jobs for two months, and we'll be sitting around with our thumbs up our ass in an overcrowded building all because we went on the word of a contractor that said he would have a temp building built by August.
I am not pleased, but at least my wife will have her job still and I'll be paid so long as I'm living and breathing (which are two things I highly enjoy) and my son will start school when school starts, which for a military kid, doesn't always happen, but thus far we've been lucky. I'm sure everything will work out in the end, but getting there is always difficult.
Wish us luck in the coming month and if you don't see anything work-wise from me, you know why.
Reflex
The daycare situation is abysmal. No one gets to work any earlier than 8 o'clock. This is so far removed from the way the DC metro area works that it is ridiculous. The bonus here is that we get to get up at 6, have a family breakfast every day and then get our kids ready for school. It's more like what I knew as a youngster. The problem here becomes that there's no way of getting home before 5:45 or so. So while one of us is getting breakfast together, the other is going to be getting dinner ready to be cooked. We have to be more organized to make this work right. I still have to figure out what I'm doing for PT out there. Hopefully none of the douchecocks that are going out there that outrank me will get a bug up their ass to have PT before 8 because that just won't be happening.
Question for you folks: How old should a child be before they can lock up the house themselves and walk to the bus stop? I ask because my 8 year old will have to ride the bus to school but I don't feel that he can manage the responsibility. They actually let kids ride their bikes to school at his age. Frankly, I rode my bike to school too...Of course, I knew how to ride a bike and I lived on a military installation. He has the option to ride the bus, but it doesn't get to the development where we will potentially be living until 7:30 in the morning. A 30 minute drive plus a 10 minute drop off for the baby is a tough situation.
And moving is never fun because we have to go through all the things we have and cut down the things we don't need/want/use. Which is tough. Making tough decisions is not my forte. Coupling that with the both of us having to finish History papers and take Finals in the next two weeks as well as get our house ready to move and still finding time for our kids, I am a little stressed out and I'm sure that my wife is too. There are a million things to do, the problem is that when we get there, there's nothing to do. The building isn't built yet, the lines aren't run, the place isn't going to open until November. We won't have jobs for two months, and we'll be sitting around with our thumbs up our ass in an overcrowded building all because we went on the word of a contractor that said he would have a temp building built by August.
I am not pleased, but at least my wife will have her job still and I'll be paid so long as I'm living and breathing (which are two things I highly enjoy) and my son will start school when school starts, which for a military kid, doesn't always happen, but thus far we've been lucky. I'm sure everything will work out in the end, but getting there is always difficult.
Wish us luck in the coming month and if you don't see anything work-wise from me, you know why.
Reflex
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Growing up, I lived in a very safe, close-knit neighborhood -- very little in the way of crime and all the parents knew each other. And the bus stop was 3 minutes' walk away.
My mom died when I was 8. My dad worked about 45 minutes away, so he put me in a daycare program until I was 12. I was then given my own key to the house. But even then I wasn't alone, because I have an older brother who kept me in line.
Nevertheless, it's more about personal maturity than anything else, but I think many states have laws dealing with "latch-key kids".