The universe is doing its crazy woo-woo thing again.
Yesterday, I was at my wit's end. The boys were being horrendous little brats--as only two toddler boys can be when they're cooped up in a tiny temporary apartment in an unfamiliar city with an emotionally exhausted, stressed out, kill-joy of a mommy. And then there was a knock on the door.
Please let it not be a hotel guest asking us to keep it down I silently prayed as I opened the door.
It was a hotel guest, but she wasn't there asking us to keep it down. She'd noticed (or heard) the boys and wanted to know if they'd like to come over and play with her two boys. In the course of the next half an hour, I learned the following things about Kira (or Kyra?). Her boys are 4 and 2, they had moved here from Oregon, would be here until July 1st, her husband was from North Carolina, and he'd just started a job at KAPL. They're waiting for their rental home in Clifton Park to become available and will be moving in on July 1st. Clifton Park is a short 15 minute drive from Scotia.
I probably don't need to point out the obvious, but will anyway. My boys are (nearly) 4 and 2. We've also moved here from far away, will be here at the hotel until July 1st, I'm from North Carolina, and Tom just started at KAPL.
Today I find out that Kira's (Kyra's?) husband is of Dutch ancestry (his father was born there). I was an exchange student in Holland, and Tom's ancestry is Flemish. We both have crazy long Dutch last names. We are both married to engineers, and all four of our boys are mini-engineers-in-training. They took to each other immediately, all four having similar temperments and liking the same toys (Thomas). This morning we met for breakfast, took the boys to a park in Colonie for a couple of hours, then when it looked like it was going to rain any minute, came back, and all had lunch together. Other than telling them repeatedly to use indoor voices and to calm down their squeals of joy, not a cross word was spoken by boys or mommies, everybody shared nicely, and we actually had a really nice carefree morning for the first time since we got here.
Now we're talking about taking the boys to see Toy Story 3 at a drive-in movie theater in Malta, hitting Schenectady's Strawberry Fest together, swapping babysitting so we can have nights out alone with our husbands, and even carpooling (or at the very least, caravaning together) whenever we go back to North Carolina.
Seriously, what are the odds? It's like we were put next to each other's rooms because we needed to meet each other and the universe felt we were too stupid to figure out how to do it ourselves.
I'm a firm believer in pissing and moaning to the universe. Once you acknowledge a need and get it out there, the universe always seems to respond. Before we moved up here, I wouldn't shut up about how much I dreaded the long drive. Thanks to C.S. Lewis, it flew by. I also wouldn't shut up about how much I was going to miss my awesome neighbors and friends. And my first friend in New York turns out to be my hotel next door neighbor....
As Cindy, the boys' preschool director in South Carolina, told me, "That's God's way of letting you know all is right with this move girl!"