ADULTING - UGH!

Well it has been a month since my last post, and I had to make myself stop to let you know I am still alive.  We ALL know Texans are proud of their state, but once again I have run into the buzz saw of trying to become a 100% resident.  It bears no weight that I am a prestigious "Daughter of the Texas Revolution" by the Gillespie/Phillips linage.  If you dared ever cross the state line and betray your roots, they are slow about letting you back into the fold.



Today I have been "Adulting".  I have put off these nagging  "to do's" to the point of driving me crazy.  SO TODAY--I hit them full speed ahead.  First one out of the block and I hit a brick wall.  ANNOYING!  To get my homestead exemption I have to have a TX Driver's License.  As I have discussed before I cannot get an "appointment" until January to get said license.  For now I am driving a car licensed in the state of TX with a Louisiana Driver's License.  Pity the poor policeman who dares to stop me--He will get an earful about the lack of efficiency in their state government.  You do remember my complaint that you had to produce every piece of official looking proof that you REALLY live in Texas, have insurance, have a TX registered vehicle, were born, and do have a social security number among other unrelated documentation .  Your passport will not do---OBVIOUSLY the state of TX knows more than our federal government about who should get their official forms.  (Maybe there is some truth in that statement)



This month has NOT been easy!  I have been homesick and stressed with trying to get settled.  It has not all been a bed or roses, BUT the daily contact with my grands has made it all worth while.  I have no intention of telling you we are all sitting over here singing "We are Family" 24/7.  I believe in shooting straight arrows and talking without a forked tongue.  The stress runs both ways---we are having to become accustomed to each other and we have not lived together in a long time.  We have differing priorities and things which set off our crazy buttons.  I did get a good laugh when my son told me he was giving his wife an earful of something I had done which did not sit right with him. She told him it sounded a great deal like something he would do.  Those apples and where they fall!





SO--we are surviving.  It is a good thing to be together.  We all still miss our former "homes".  We also think being physically close is important enough to learn to deal with that which might make us a little more crazy.  Multi generational households were once common.  Our American culture has drifted away from this idea.  We have become "Me" focused.  Could there be a lot to learn from living within common walls with more than one generation?  One of the certainties is our patience, flexibility, and tolerance (and I am certain more)  is being stretched.  Family connection is well worth the sacrifice of personal preferences.    Does God use "ALL THINGS"?  I think YES!





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  1. Oh my goodness…you’ve moved in with the family??? You are a brave human being. I totally understand your situation with “trying” to become a Texas citizen. We did that several years ago, and we shocked at how many hoops we had to jump through to make through.

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    1. I am sharing a home with my son & family. We are all adjusting & beginning to find a rhythm.
      Blessings!

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  2. I guess all those Californians who have escaped to Texas must be going through those painful hoops, too, Lulu. I'm just glad to hear you are getting somewhat settled and learning to adjust to the new combinations of family living. I would so love to live closer to my daughter, sil, and the girls, but at least, we got to see them several weeks ago. I'll be covering that in an upcoming blog.
    I'm so glad you got back in touch with us; I was beginning to worry!

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    1. Hopefully I will get back to my writing, Martha! I have missed you.
      Blessings!

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  3. I think it's wonderful you've decided to live together as family, Loralu! No doubt as the stress lessens from everything that moving entails, you'll settle even deeper into comfortable routines and understandings. We've lived 10 minutes from one of our sons and his family for eight years. Just the other day, after enjoying another lovely meal in their home, it occurred to me: we've never spoken angry words at each other in all that time. We may disagree on some matters, but have settled into that attitude of "agree to disagree." I am SO thankful for loving family who strive to treat others the way they want to be treated--even family!

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    1. Our selfishness becomes evident when we are aggravated with each other. We are all learning, Nancy!
      Blessings!

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