Movin' On Up

The past two years have been INSANE.

Do you know what it's like being married to an obsessive-compulsive high school varsity baseball coach who is also working on his Master's degree in Athletic Administration?

I do.

For two straight years, ooooooohhhhhhhh, I do.

It honestly hasn't been that bad. Over the past two years, I've snuck in a lot of solo shopping trips, kayak trips, added a dog to the family, redecorated a guest room and our office, read some really good books...all while he was writing papers and doing research and working on his thesis.

It's not my fault if he didn't notice my multiple trips to IKEA.

Not. My. Fault, Matt Walters. None whatsoever.

Poor guy, I know he's been so worn out from not only teaching and coaching and lesson plans (autocorrect wants to spell it lesion plans, which I know he would agree with) - he's been spending every. single. weekend and evening when there were no games (no joke!!!) dedicated to his degree.

I got to listen to him say things like "Oh man, I got a 3.9999999 GPA in that class, dang it!!" and "What day is it? What time is it? I have seventeen papers due by Sunday at midnight!!"

It was super-fun.

But now it's over, and he's graduated.

He's officially an Athletic Director.

For real.

Like, FOR REAL.

He had his first interview for an AD position and absolutely NAILED IT.

As in, GOT THE JOB, hands-down.

My husband is a real life Athletic Director!
Which he tells me means he'll now be home even less.


And I don't think there's an IKEA close to where our new home is. There is a Target, however. I checked in on that right away.

Our news is all around town now anyway, especially since our house hit the market yesterday, people at both our places of work know, and Vero is remarkably small-townish. Word travels like nothing else here.

So who wants to buy our house in the next few weeks?

We would appreciate it.

So where are we going?

We're headed back to Mississippi, this time to the Gulf Coast. Matt is the new AD for Vancleave HS, and we're looking at property in the Ocean Springs/Biloxi area.


Actually, looked at. Past tense. New house already picked and under contract (more on that later).

I'm sad to be leaving such a fabulous community, fantastic friends and a wonderful job, but we're also reallllllllllllllllly excited to get back to the South (Florida is NOT the South) and closer to family.

Here we come, y'all!!!

A Lot of Stuff

My last post was on February 14 - Valentine's Day.

I was spending an extended weekend with my family, primarily doing overnights with my Grandpa during his journey through the last stages of his cancer.

Would not have traded that time for anything in the world. It was hard, watching him so frail and sick, but it was sweet and precious all at the same time. A lot of hand-holding, some tears. Ok, a lot of tears.

When I was getting ready to leave his house to fly back to Florida and Grandpa grabbed my hand and said "I'll probably never see you again, will I?" I completely lost it and had a sobbing fit in his living room.

Me, the granddaughter who is a Hospice RN and deals with this multiple times a day, had to be comforted by his Hospice nurse - who slipped a sweet, sweet note in my pocket for me to read on the plane.


I didn't update at the time, but many of you know that he passed away less than two weeks later.


Today marks exactly two months.

I've honestly been in a little two month slump. No motivation, a lot of sadness, a little laziness.

And by "laziness," I mean I'm now on level 723 of Candy Crush.

Dad told me this week to keep updating this blog - apparently some of you keep asking him when I'll post again. I also heard from a couple of you that my last couple posts haven't been in my "normal" vein of dry humor and sarcasm...I know they've been a little down and depressing.

This one isn't starting out much better, is it?

Well. Hold tight. I'll get back in the swing.

Here's what's been going the last several months:

Varsity baseball is still going strong. Post-season started this week and we won on Tuesday like a million to nothing. They're playing again tonight, and Matt's not home yet so I have no clue what's going on.

I do know that as he was walking out the door this morning he said it was going to be ugly. For the other team. So don't bother coming to watch.

And due to baseball superstitions, I'm still not allowed at games - hence the "don't bother coming to watch." Seriously. They lose when I'm there, so I've been banned for the past 12 years. Honestly, it's true.

To test it out (again) I went to the first couple innings of a game when my sister and her family were here visiting because my niece Addie wanted to see Uncle Matt coach. Well, we arrived, and...they started losing. We left after two innings, and the team came back to beat Vero Beach - not an easy team.

Watching Uncle Matt...he turned and waved at her and she thought it was SO COOL. Uncle Matt was in a baseball uniform and on a baseball field and he waved.

(It made quite the impression - she's still talking about it. Erin told me a baseball team bus passed them the other day and Addie said "Maybe they're going to play Uncle Matt's team!" They live in Georgia...)


It's really, really weird...even I'm starting to believe the superstitions. I'd like to be at the games, but, well, you can't argue with the stats. Cause, Moneyball.

12 years of marriage, folks. You just roll with it.

2. So, yeah. Erin and family came to visit for a week! Remember this post about when I was solo with the kids for like seven measly hours?

Child's play.

This time - THREE DAYS SOLO. Erin and Cole were able to have a late anniversary celebration at a resort on the beach, and I volunteered to watch the girls so they could have a break.

Bedtimes. Naptimes. Baths. SOLO. Cause, baseball season. Single "parent."

So that was fun.

The girls could smell my fear and milked it for everything they had.


Not really (but kind of really). We had a great time, and everyone survived. Everyone even got a vitamin and vegetables with their meals. Super Aunt!

The goal (again) this time was to stay busy and wear ourselves out.







Which worked. When they left on that Saturday, Aunt Addie fell into a two-day coma slumber.

I even wrote a haiku about how Matt and I feel about having children. I think you'll like it.

How We Feel About Having Children - a Haiku by The Walters
 
No no no no no
No no no no no no no
No no no no no.

I mean, honestly.

This is how we define what's already in our house.


Boom.

Blog updated.

Ok, one more cause I'm realllllly proud of this....

Thanks to my workouts and counting macros and running and lifting heavy things...



I'm down 10+lbs and counting!


Relentless Performance in Vero! Training, nutritional coaching, LOVE IT!

More about that later, if you all are ready for more blog posts about food and workouts.

Cause I can bring it.

AW

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Baseball coach's wife. RN. Former Midwestern girl living in southern Florida. Jesus freak. Lover of all things puppy.