Selling the house, visiting Mickey Mouse and other misadventures

First off, I really wanted to thank you all for such thoughtful comments on the last couple of posts. Your various ideas, hopes, worries, beliefs and so on have made me think hard this week. In a good way. I want to return to the topic of raising moral children and some research that I've uncovered that might help us think together about how to do so, with and/or without religion. Unfortunately, I'm not going to be writing about this research this week (it may actually take me a while to digest it first, before I can filter it to its most important components and make it coherent to others).

But I'm not going to be posting this week at all. Hopefully, Tracy will get some time out of her insane schedule to post a couple of times. But I won't be because I'm "COOCOOMANGA," as my dear boy says to me often. I am feeling nutty, whacko, off kilter, to say the least. You see… we're putting our house up for sale tomorrow. My first house, my dream house, the place that I've lovingly loved and cooked in and played in with my kids since they were born… We have to sell it.  (More on why when I actually accept that fact completely).

So, I'll be in California. With my kids and husband. Frequent flyer points are awesome!  Ostensibly, we're supposed to be going because of a family reunion (husband's family), but really it's about getting out of the house with its 5 bajillion planned open houses that will kill me with two 4-year olds (if I was in town for them, that is). We'll go to Disneyland. My boys' minds will be blown and that will make me deeply happy (while the ambivalent-about-Disney-characters-and-over-marketed-plastic-crap-industry part of me will be repressed completely). I cannot freaking wait to go on the Peter Pan ride again. And to show them the "real" Mickey Mouse. And to buy them those dorky ears. I SERIOUSLY cannot wait. Don't ask. Someday I will explain to you what Disneyland meant to a first-generation Romanian family who immigrated to Canada in the height of the badness that was pre-Revolution Romania — suffice it to say that one of my favourite childhood memories is my mother's INSANE glee at the thought of going through the Haunted House just ONE. MORE. TIME. 

Back soon!

8 thoughts on “Selling the house, visiting Mickey Mouse and other misadventures

  1. Have fun! And good luck with the house selling. I can tell you from personal experience that getting out of there during the first week is a wise move. Ours is on the market now, pending a huge move. Same, house of my dreams, house they first lived in. The first 2 weeks were crazy with visitors, and it was a major pain with the two 3 year olds (particularly since they still nap, but also making a house ‘uncluttered’? With 3 year olds?). Sadly we have no offers yet.

  2. Lots of luck with the house thing. Hope it’s over and done with as quickly as possible. And what a fantastic idea to get right away and have a holiday. Brilliant. Your mind obviously works even in situations of extreme pressure!

  3. I wish you all the best of luck with your house! We did that last year (almost to the day, or at least week) and we just crashed at our friend’s house. A trip would have been nicer, but we got a suburban vacation instead, me and the babes. Fortunately our house sold right away, which was nice. Have a great trip!

  4. Oh, have fun! I think you’re even going to get some nice weather for your trip. I’ll give you my #1 piece of Disneyland advice- go around counterclockwise. I last went with a group of Kiwis. They instinctively turned left on entering. Americans instinctively turn right. We didn’t meet up with the crowd and the lines for a couple of hours….

  5. Oh how fun- enjoy Disney!!! I went 4 years ago with my grown friend (before having kids) and we loved it. Can’t wait to take my kids with me someday when they’re both old enough. Last time I had been there was in 1986. A lot has changed. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea is now Finding Nemo. But much is still the same, wonderful stuff like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, The Haunted Mansion, and It’s a Small World. It really is the “Happiest Place on Earth.”

  6. Thanks everyone! I’m back but exhausted (which is how I always come back from vacations, don’t you?). Will post ASAP, but just wanted to comment to @Bonnie: Yes, I’ll comment on the article. That post is a long-time coming, so I’ll bite the bullet and put it out there by next week some time. My short answer: Yup, spanking is linked to the development of childhood aggression. There’s loads of data on this side, but the trouble is putting it out there as “objectively” and fair-mindedly as possible. I will admit that’s tough to do for me, on this particular subject, hence my 15 drafts of the post on spanking and nothing to show for it…

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