It's time.
So, here we go.
Movers came on Monday and BARELY got all our stuff in the truck. We had to leave behind the composter, but I'll see if I can get one cheap at a garage sale or Craigslist or something.
Kaden's birthday party was on Sunday, and he had a great time, then promptly came down with a high fever and has been sick for two days. I came back to mom's from spending seven hours watching the movers pack our stuff and found Kaden flushed in bed with 105 degree fever. Some children's Tylenol made one heck of a difference! The culture for strep was negative, so it's just a virus. I've been dosing him with echniacea syrup, which he loves. The fever broke this afternoon, so we're all set to travel to Colorado tomorrow.
I want to go, just so it's done. I'm tired of having it hanging over my head. The Rosary ladies threw me a delightful going away luncheon at the park today, and wrote me some really beautiful notes about what a good mother, virtuous woman and generous friend I am. Nothing I couldn't hear every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of, you know!
My mom's been very supportive. My dad's been a bit of a pill, but that's more because he and mom got into a tiff at Kaden's party and I tried to talk to him about it. Interference is apparently a cardinal sin. Eh, whatever. He needs to know he can't act like that. It makes what's HIS problem (or his and my mom's if you want to be specific) into everyone's problem. With all the kids at that party, why am I not suprised he was the only one to throw a tantrum?
I miss Dan. Loads. I want to sleep in my own bed with my own pillow and my husband beside me. I know it's not going to complete me forever, but at the moment it's what I want most.
Pray for my flight tomorrow (just me and the kids!) It's Doob's birthday, too. Momentous happenings, all around.
I should have computer access again by this weekend. Much love!
Movers came on Monday and BARELY got all our stuff in the truck. We had to leave behind the composter, but I'll see if I can get one cheap at a garage sale or Craigslist or something.
Kaden's birthday party was on Sunday, and he had a great time, then promptly came down with a high fever and has been sick for two days. I came back to mom's from spending seven hours watching the movers pack our stuff and found Kaden flushed in bed with 105 degree fever. Some children's Tylenol made one heck of a difference! The culture for strep was negative, so it's just a virus. I've been dosing him with echniacea syrup, which he loves. The fever broke this afternoon, so we're all set to travel to Colorado tomorrow.
I want to go, just so it's done. I'm tired of having it hanging over my head. The Rosary ladies threw me a delightful going away luncheon at the park today, and wrote me some really beautiful notes about what a good mother, virtuous woman and generous friend I am. Nothing I couldn't hear every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of, you know!
My mom's been very supportive. My dad's been a bit of a pill, but that's more because he and mom got into a tiff at Kaden's party and I tried to talk to him about it. Interference is apparently a cardinal sin. Eh, whatever. He needs to know he can't act like that. It makes what's HIS problem (or his and my mom's if you want to be specific) into everyone's problem. With all the kids at that party, why am I not suprised he was the only one to throw a tantrum?
I miss Dan. Loads. I want to sleep in my own bed with my own pillow and my husband beside me. I know it's not going to complete me forever, but at the moment it's what I want most.
Pray for my flight tomorrow (just me and the kids!) It's Doob's birthday, too. Momentous happenings, all around.
I should have computer access again by this weekend. Much love!