An Unexpected Journey

Three days and counting!   Soon I will be counting the hours!!   For what you ask?   Until we move into our house here in this new town!   We have been staying in a temporary rental for the last 2 and half months… complete with air mattresses, playpens,   and paper plates!   It’s not so much the living out of a suitcase for weeks that bothers me.   It’s more the being unable to really settle in… and well, I admit the little critters that seem to own this house bother me just a bit.   And maybe the dirty carpet does, too. Ok, so true confessions of a “pocket perfectionist” (i.e. I have areas I am a perfectionist about but others I am completely disorganized!)…   I can’t stand grunge!   You know the kind when your children’s feet turn black from crawling across the carpet despite your cleaning efforts.   It has made me a wee bit crazy.   Just a tad.   Ok, I admit, I try to stay gone as much as possible, but when I a...

(Written last Monday night…) I admit to feeling a wee bit queasy.   I have been anticipating this day for almost three years.   Even before the twins were born I wanted to fast forward my life   to get back to the place where I had a little one in preschool again.    It’s not that I wanted to miss the sweet moments, but I did want to skip the painful barely breathing days and just be a normal mommy of a preschooler again.     There are no emotional microwaves though, and in our humanness we are locked into time.   I am certain that the last three years have been the slowest of my life.   And now that the big day is here, I can hardly believe it! Tomorrow morning I will pack my little ones up and take them to their first day of school in the two year old class.   They cannot wait!   Just like their big sister.   Their teacher’s name is Mrs. Robin.   Just like their big sister (even though we are in a new t...