I’ve missed you so. You’re always on my mind. I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. It’s no excuse, but I’ve been really busy. The husband is moved. The kids are preparing for missions, working hard to finish school, going to dance, competing at forensics, rehearsing a play. I’m preparing the oldest for college, dealing with silly drama at co-op, organizing a dance and commencement, prepping our apartment to move and trying to not lose my mind.
I promise to stay in touch.
Being the planner that I am, I have been preparing our family for moving since the new job was a mere possibility. (Yes, we are moving to Maryland. again. Moving again, that is, not moving again to Maryland. :D) I’ve put together a binder for both myself and my husband to help us along. So there shouldn’t be any surprises. Not major ones anyway.
So over the past month I’ve put together a relocation timeline, researched various areas near the job location, researched churches, schools, homeschooling laws, shopping, activities… You name it and I’ve thought about it, googled it, google-mapped it, made notes on it, and put it in one of the two binders or both. We are ready.
Marc was completely prepared two days ago. And although I hate to admit it, I was relieved when he was on the road. (I know how that makes me look, Proverbs 31, I said I hate to admit it.) For the last week, he was driving me completely insane with his nerves. Not to mention all of the preparation that had to be done….code for that I had to do or fix what he had done. Yes, I was relieved. Of course, I will be busy with preparing the rest of the move. And I’ll be flying out to see him for a week in just a couple weeks. But, boy did I need a break.
I awoke yesterday thinking to myself, “Ah, what a beautiful Sunday morning. Thank you Lord for this peacefulness and sunshine.” The kids and I headed to church and had a wonderful time in worship and enjoyed the service. What came next, I didn’t expect. My beautiful, wonderful, Godly teens mutated into these snippy, grouchy, evasive little creatures. (Am I exaggerating? Do you have teenagers?) I spent the rest of the day interacting with them as little as possible, which was difficult as we had much to do with meetings that ran from the end of church until 9pm.
I just hate it when I’m in a foul mood and surrounded by people, especially at church. I don’t enjoy being angry or on the verge of tears…ever…but especially when I’m not in the privacy of my own home. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. Why was I letting my children get to me so much? After all, I have 18 years experience dealing with them. Could it be that I was reacting to Marc being gone? Hmmm, what’s up with that?!
Work In Progress... 