Day One Thousand and Forty-Six

The Various Thoughts of a Solo-Packing-and-Moving Baseball Wife

"Taking care of business and workin' overtime…"

I can do it.

You can do it!

My back hurts. 

I'm not doin' it.

Girl, when you finish, you get any dessert you want. ANY. 

And you don't even have to share.

You better do it!

I hate packing.

Packing sucks.

I hate packing.

It's a pain in my butt.

"I'm a survivor, I'm not gon give up, I'm not gon stop (what), I'm gon work harder!"

Oh, Adam owes me so big right now!

I'm milking this for all it's worth.

For like, two weeks.

Minimum.

My back huuuuuurts!

Well that's what you get for being an idiot in the gym.

Next time, you won't strain your entire back if you do the proper weight.

Just, shhhhhh! Gosh!

I need a break.

Maybe I'll order pizza.

But don't tell Adam.

How did we get so much stuff?!

Do I HAVE TO?

Gosh darnit my back hurts!!!

Oh, I didn't know we had this!

Cool.

Dooo da doooo.

Adam, how am I supposed to know how to pack YOUR guns?

Oh, thank you, FaceTime.

Whelp, glad that's over.

Time for bed.

I can't wait for that dessert. 

Actually, make that two desserts.

Day One Thousand and Thirty-Five

The Aftermath

The chronic problem of minor league baseball.

This scene happens every ten days or so. Give or take. Adam gets back from a week-long trip (or longer), and the once-clean laundry room inevitably gets a makeover. The special kind of makeover attempted by a two year old that actually makes you look much, much uglier. 

The guy's got it made though. He's snagged himself a wife that loves the smell of laundry almost as much as the taste of ice cream...and finds some sort of weird solace managing the explosion of clothes. Come to think of it, he must have chosen me for this very purpose because the guy hates doing laundry. That snake! Sssssssss ;)

Day One Thousand and Twenty-One

The Eighth Zephyr Start

I told Adam last night that I think the Marlins need to start paying me.

It was a silly joke. But, hey, it might hold a small ounce of validity.

Turns out, Adam's ERA on the road is sorta, well, not amazing. 

But at home? A whole lot better. 

I'm convinced he must need me to pitch well.

Ah shucks. How romantic, Adam. 

That, at least, sounds better than thinking road games are just a mixture of bad pitching and worse luck.

He pitched fine last night. Threw 61 of 91 strikes. But his notorious one-inning freak session made it's unappreciated ugly appearance. Gah! I hate those innings! It was in the fifth when everything went berserk. Some bad pitches. Two walks. And a little more bad luck. Next thing I know, he's exiting the inning after allowing five runs on two outs. Blah. But he kept his composure and held his head up, commenting that he's gaining more and more confidence in his slider. Music to my ears after watching that inning. He's making progress still. Just gotta keep those one-inning blunders outta sight!

His line:

4.2IP, 9H, 7R, 7ER, 3BB, 3K

5 runs, 6 hits, and 2 walks came out of the fifth.

Whoops.

At least there's a next time!

Should be Thursday night at HOME!!

Day Nine Hundred and Eighty-One

Theres's No Place Like Home

Since home is wherever I am with Adam...

I got back to NOLA, unpacked from my Washington trip and re-packed for my Florida trip. Today, Adam and I will finally be reunited. And home.

I leave tonight for Jupiter. With two suitcases this time. Because well, who knows how long we're going to be there for. Good thing Southwest flys the first two bags completely free. Here goes our first DL experience in Jupiter together! Hopefully, it'll go extraordinarily quick! Which is weird to say…because we love Jupiter, but I may have a personal vendetta against our half-yearly-paradise-home during season...

Day Nine Hundred and Seventy-One

The Jingle Bells

Before the bells, I had a tendency to fall asleep with a gun in my hand. Yeah. Truth. Ok, I deserve to be yelled at, I know. I've just always had this fear that I'd have my gun but wouldn't be able to hear the burglar, rendering the gun useless! Now, there ain't no way I won't hear it. And if by some miracle, they still get in, then hey, it's my time, and if God wants me, I won't argue. 

I also will mention, that last night, I had the best night of sleep I've ever had without my husband. I will certainly credit the bells (and my Grama) for making me feel more secured, but probably more than the security the bells have given me, is the realization of the security that the Lord has given me. I've been doing a Bible study with some of the baseball girls and this week, I grew tremendously in what it means to trust in the Lord. Ultimately, He alone is my security. He is my power. And by fearing as I do, I am doubting the One who gave me life in the first place.

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.

In God, whose word I praise- 

in God I trust and am not afraid.

What can mere mortals do to me?

-Psalm 56:3-4

Day Nine Hundred and Fifty-Five

The Second Grown-Up Purchase

So last week, Adam insisted on a Kuerig. This week, he insisted on a rolling suitcase. Yes, Adam. The same guy who also insisted on washing his pants only once a month when I met him. Ha! Well apparently, 5 AM wake up calls to two oversized, overweight bags is not his idea of happy airport travel. If there even is such a thing? Can't say I blame him. My only question: where did this new grown-up man of mine come from? And, will he still be around when we need want a new washer and dryer?!

Day Nine Hundred and Forty-Four

The Sixth Apartment

It seems, I too have fallen victim to the locker room bug. Not weird. It comes with the territory. I do however, now have a vivid image of what life might be like once we add a few elementary-aged children into the Conley mix. Them with their cute faces...and ugly viruses riding piggyback on their backpacks. Ugh. So not looking forward to fighting off those future household epidemics. But...at least I'm getting plenty of experience in right now!

So, since I spent so much time here yesterday - laying around doing nothing and feeling generally like a piece of poo - I thought it might be the perfect time to show off Apartment #6. Without further adieu (to my Grama, mostly. Hi Gram!), our home: 

Where we live.

Where we cook.

Where we…get ready. Ha!

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Happy Sunday, people!

To my family: I love you. And even though we're going through a lot right now, hold tight. It'll get better. It always does.

To my friends: I love you too. Thanks for being so good to me. For your prayers, your support, your encouragement, and your laughs - whether near or distant - I am so grateful. 

It is only by God's grace that I'm so blessed to call you all my own.

XOXO

-Kendall

Day Nine Hundred and Thirty-One

The Sights of the South

768 miles. I got this.

Well actually, we got this.

Just three wives on the open road.

Who needs husbands anyways? Ok, I do. Me me me!

Here's a little virtual tour of our trip from South Florida to New Orleans, Louisiana.

Fun fact: I just learned how to spell Louisiana yesterday.

I pole vaulted higher than that. Sucka.

Well?

Yes. He. Is.

Home! Oh wait…

Straight shooters.

If you're mean, do they kick you out? I say yes.

Sweet Home Alabama.

Mud Water Mississippi.

No, really…mud water.

Can I get some mittens?

Who Dat?!

Lane changing masterminds.

Home #6.

Officially a Louisianian (or is it Louisianite? Louisian? Louse? Ew. I hate lice.)

We can't wait to explore!

Meanwhile, back in Florida...

I knew we forgot something.

Darnit.

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We're here. We're safe. And we're in apartment #6 officially! Adam's flight landed just as we arrived in NOLA and we pulled into the hotel parking lot right after the boys' bus did. Couldn't have timed it any better! Hello and goodnight from Louisiana!