I am writing this post not to really just vent, but to document that its not all rosy and wonderful to move here. There are tough times as well and I want to look back and read about them to see how far we have come.
Well, it happened, I had a terrible day and cried at least three times. Ugh. Its inevitable, I know. The kids have had a series of melt downs so I knew my own was coming, but I thought I was really holding it together and getting my feet on the ground. The reason doesnt even make direct sense, its just the culmination of many events and my overall emotions that led to small things having a huge impact on me and making me cry.
It started in the am. The oldest was invited to a party, a four hour party afterschool.(Crazy!) I dont even know the family or the birthday girl, I dont even know there parents and yet I am supposed to drop him off and pick him up 4 hours later...I think not.Of course, my child wanted to go and had a very convincing reason...to get to to know the kids in his class more and hang out with them. My heart strings def pulled me to try to figure something out. I said I would try to talk to the mom and see if it would be possible to just come for a couple of hours and I would stay and hangout as well. That made me comfortable and it seemed totally understandable. I an not just leaving him, I am not doing it yet, I dont even think he wanted me to. Anyway, I asked her and she said NO, that would not really work. He wouldn't get to finish the craft and kept asking me why he just couldn't stay...and she said I really couldn't stay. Why? I dont get it. Awkward. Ugh. I dont get it, I was trying to make my child happy by letting him go and hangout a bit and I was trying to at least be comfortable with it all. But how was I supposed to argue with this women, obviously she didnt get and it just made me feel like both myself and my child was unwelcome. After school I had to explain it to him and I told him the whole story. What else could I do? I didnt get it either. He had the most interesting comment. "I dont get it, why wont she even let me just come and hang out with the other kids, even if I dont have time to do the craft?" Yes, my child, why wont she?....sad moment, tough reality check that not everyone does what you hope they will do.
So after that start....next came more feeling of loneliness....
With a permanent place to live almost set, I figured I should venture out and do some looking at couches. Its the one big thing that we didnt bring (besides a washer/dryer) that we need to get. I have been asking around and many people told me about a whole road of places down in Utrecht. It was a drive, but what better time to go than just after I drop the kids at school. I went, I even went to a place someone told me about. Most places make the furniture when you order it, so waiting 10-14 weeks is normal, but some places have a few in stock (certain colors only of course) and some will sell you the floor models. I knew this, I went knowing it and asked to see what I could get within a couple of weeks. I knew the selection would be less, but I thought there would be SOME choices. The first place I went too, everything was just not my style and NO one came to ask if I wanted help. I asked which items were available within a couple weeks and they just told me to go look "upstairs," I did, but didnt see anything indicating that it was ready any sooner than any others. Terrible customer service around here! Next, I went to a place I had heard about from a friend, and fellow expat. She got a couch in just a few weeks. I thought it had huge promise. I walked in, walked around for what seemed like forever and then finally saw someone that looked like they worked there. I said hello, and asked if I could as a question. he looked at me, sorta put off and said "yes." I got a really bad vibe, he seemed so bothered that a customer would ASK anything. I asked him if they had any couches that would be available within a few weeks, he just looked at me and said "no, no, no." that was it. I was so frustrated, felt so alone and so lost. Here I was trying to figure this crap out, on my own, in a new place and no one, not even the people that worked there seemed the tiniest bit helpful. Thankfully I marched on, determined to figure something out. I need to find something, and its a huge pain to go looking with the kids in tow, so this was my chance. I went to another shop, where thank the Lord someone greeted me, was kind, helpful and restored my faith in the morning excursion. so I found a few, but nothing wonderful and nothing worth driving back with the entire family in tow to checkout again.
I picked up the littles from school, went and had some down time together and then we headed back to get the oldest from school. All seemed ok, until we were loading up to leave and my seat belt wouldn't stap in....i couldn't be late and have my child waiting for me and wondering where I was...so I decided to just drive, carefully. Well that sucked. The cr literally beeped the ENTIRE 20 min drive and I couldn't see the speed I was going because some message kept flashing on my speed indicator. Then, some jerk started honking at me and yelling at me in Dutch. I don't even think I was doing anything wrong. I wanted my seat belt to snap in, but it wouldn't and I didn't have time to deal with it. It was insane, annoying, and the beeping was driving my insane. To top it off my little one would not stop asking me why it was beeping, and why i just wouldn't buckle up. Ha! I can laugh now. As soon as we arrived at school I called the hubs, bawling. It seems so ridiculous now, but I was just so sad. What a crappy day. Interestingly enough while I was talking to him I somehow got the buckle to work. I don't know what happened and I feel bad for calling him in the middle of the workday and crying so hard on the phone about something that seems so silly, but I am glad I was able to call him. He is my rock and without his love and support I would not be able to get through these tough moments. He can calm be down and just bring me back. You see, when I first moved away to college in Massachusetts I was alone, no rock, no one to help me. It was hard, but this is much harder. He makes this whole moving across the world adventure doable because we are together and we have each other, neither of us is alone.
After school we just went home and hung out trying to forget that we were missing the birthday party. (still SO strange!) Then, after dinner we went to get ice cream.
Tomorrow I am having coffee with two mom friends that I met ....I can not even tell you how happy I am to know that I will be enjoying the company of nice, friendly people tomorrow morning. I need it. Furniture shopping can wait.