Okay, I feel like I deserve some sort of significant award for keeping "the adventure" from my family this weekend. Granted, it was only a 26-hour visit that was centered around the kids, but I'm chalking it up in the win category anyway. Ya gotta take 'em when you can get 'em....
I've read that women can't keep secrets and I'm certainly not the exception--unless it's a big one. Infidelity, yeah, that one I kept. Surprise party plans? Yeah, those I keep. Heck, I even know who broke my sister's tub (and have known for upwards of five years), but I keep that under wraps as I was sworn to secrecy. But little secrets, well, those are killers. So hard to not blab, those little nuggets of gossip....
Bryan wants to keep the secret for a while longer in case a great job comes through--in which case this will be one of the shortest never-read-by-anyone blogs in history. It would be really irresponsible to throw away a good job in this economy, if he's offered one. Personal desires to expand our horizons be damned, for a solid paycheck at a company we can be proud of where he could learn some new things and work with great people, yeah, we'd stay. But in the meantime, we're planning to leave in about three and a half months.
I have told a few friends that I trust and who, frankly, are unlikely to share it with anyone who would be in a position to hire Bryan. It feels good to share and talk things through. I'm an extrovert in that sense--communicating things helps me process them. I'm a talker. I'm a typer--I know I post a lot on Facebook, more than most, but it helps me and is a support/sounding board when I want one.
So my Christmas present will come late. I assume that we'll "out ourselves" in January when we start liquidating our assets in earnest. Today I drove five huge plastic bins of stuff to the Goodwill drop-off. Yesterday I sent a friend home with give giant trash bags of toys and kids' clothes. Word's gonna get out, but not from me. Not just yet.
Sorta.
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