After a week at the new job, commuting almost an hour each way (for both of us), we have to keep reminding ourselves that we will, indeed, make it work.
It hasn't been easy so far. The first day, not knowing what time I would get off and because the husband had to cover an evening meeting, we took the girls to my parents house, which is about 20 minutes away from where we work (that's 20 minutes in the opposite direction of home.)
So, by the time I left work, ate a late dinner at my parents, got the girls and drove home, it was after 9 p.m. We had to do the same thing Wednesday so that the husband could take Peanut to her first field trip to the pumpkin patch.
And on Thursday, we had a 6 p.m. soccer game and then had to clean all evening to get ready for realtors to look at the house.
Whenever I've asked the husband how we are going to do all of it, he looks at me and says, "We'll make it work."
It's what I've been muttering to myself all week.
But you know what? All the juggling, all of the commuting, all of it, it's worth it. I'm really happy at my new job. The husband and I got to have a mini-day date and go to lunch together. I had lunch with a college friend who now works at the same newspaper. I love the environment at my new job and I love the atmosphere of the city. I'm really happy.
We had two realtors look at the house on Friday. One set was super optimistic, had done their homework and were really impressed with the house. They said we didn't need to do anything to it, just keep it clean. The other realtor, well, she was Not impressed and let the husband know. She reminded him the market was bad over and over again and wasn't optimistic about selling our house for the price that we want. She also hadn't bothered to do any comparables.
Guess which realtor we hired.
I want reality but I also want a realtor who believes our house can be sold. So I hope that we will have a "For Sale" sign in our yard in less than 24 hours.
We'll make it work.