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Skip The Dryer

We must have needed another cycle. This time it was the rinse and spin.


We cloth diapered our daughter for 2 years. The washing machine ran more than a furnace in a blizzard, one where you don’t lose power. You run one load of diapers at least twice. In between cycles, you reach in and fluff to loosen each piece. There are so many little things you do to make certain that every square inch is stripped of all the gunk. You monitor the wash cycle to make sure they are not only being cleaned but also that the water itself does not leave behind mineral deposits.

You can look at it one of two ways; that it’s annoying as hell or you get satisfaction from accomplishing what you set out to do. No matter the challenges or repetition. I never consistently felt one way or the other and I even flipped sides during the same load of diapers!

We came home from Georgia filled with enthusiasm. The days passed and communication from the job became sparse. They claimed T.J. was their unicorn (that’s a quote) but their actions drew another picture. It was not an easy decision. T.J. turned down the job. He contacted a recruiter and began a new search.

Thus begun the rinse and spin cycles. His phone never stopped ringing. Interviews, emails, texts, assessments, and long conversations with the recruiter. Almost every interview led to a job offer. One weekend we were researching Tucson after accepting a verbal offer for an Assistant Manager position that would turn into Service Manager once he was trained. By Wednesday, we heard from the recruiter that they had offered the position to an internal candidate from New York. The recruiter was frustrated to say the least. We were disappointed too. That cycle came to an end. We didn’t even get the chance to take a turn in the dryer…

Next up, Raleigh. This opportunity actually presented itself back in November. The recruiter was trying hard to find a job for T.J. while we were pursuing the one in Atlanta (which was found on our own during the same time we found the recruiter). The offer had been made to fly all three of us out to shake hands and accept the position. Thankfully, the owner was still offering a position. Not the same one. This offer was for a lead technician. The previous offer was for a foreman. That’s why we politely declined it originally. The offer in Atlanta was for a production manager at the top Dodge Ram dealership in the southeast. We flew out to Raleigh-Durham at the beginning of January to finalize and accept the job. The owner was amazing. The company was a dream come true. We found a house that we knew would nourish our dreams. Then we got the call. The day after we got back to Denver, they did not feel T.J. was a good fit at this time. Please keep in touch, he told us. He’s sure our paths will cross again.

What a blow. We were beyond discouraged at this point. Fluff and repeat.

Annabeth modeling the reward of countless laundry cycles.

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And so it begins…


Simple, right? Don’t get used to it because this is where the chaos begins.

Where to begin?

I was born in Colorado, raised in Texas and Louisiana. Nope.

I fell in love with my husband a few months after being disgusted by our first encounter. Not it either.

My name is Nikki Cox. I am married to a bearded man who is never without a smudge of grease. We have a 2 year old daughter.

Each and every moment presents a chance to begin something new.

Let’s start here, our current new beginning. Presently, my husband and I are in the cycles of moving from Colorado to the southeast. We were expecting a nice, clean process:

  • Get a job
    • With a promotion
    • Atlanta- the one location we picked
    • Moving expenses paid for
  • Sell House
    • Find a buyer that is married and pregnant or has a small child
    • Get an offer over our asking price
    • See sparks in their eyes as they fall in love with our home
  • Move to Atlanta
    • Spend the day exploring homes and feel an immediate warmth when we first lay our eyes on THE house
    • We spend our weekends living like tourists
    • T.J. comes home after work and doesn’t have to go to bed 2 hours later!

Needless to say, it’s turned into a cycle and not that rhythmic process we’d imagined. A cycle that reminds me of a washing machine. We spun in our first cycle with a job south of Atlanta. We visited Georgia in early November and things were falling into place. The greatest part of that was T.J.’s reaction to a whole load of first time experiences. I watched the wonder in his eyes and the tension melt away. That is not like him. At all. He’s a ball of stress and dreads anything new, new places and new people most of all. We had more fun during that trip than we’ve had in years. I caught him peeking through the curtains during our first night on Tybee Island to see the sun rise. I suggested he go down to the water and he spent an hour watching the ships come in. The ocean called Annabeth by name. T.J. enjoyed a leisurely detour on our way back to Atlanta. That sentence doesn’t even make sense. T.J. enjoyed a leisurely detour on our way back to Atlanta. He enjoyed something? He took a leisurely detour and enjoyed it? He is in Georgia?

That was our first cycle. We were thrown in and went through the heavy duty cycle.