On Sunday and Monday, I excavated the children’s rooms. Now a huge stack of books awaits placement on the kid book shelf, and the landing halfway to the basement toy room is piled with toys that need to be put away. I won’t mention what else I did to their rooms as my oldest child often reads my blog, but let’s just say that Flylady would be proud.
In the last few days I have done at least a dozen loads of laundry with many more to do. I’m debating whether or not the washable curtains should be laundered before being packed.
Every time I cross something off my to-do list, I seem to add three more items.
At the doctor’s office yesterday, I saw that my blood pressure was 130/80. Normally I am about 117/65, or as Bill calls it, “Barely-alive over needs-CPR.”
I am fighting the desire to panic. I am fighting the instinct to be crabby and short-tempered. I am trying to remember to smile.
I have two children (other than my infant) who need more attention from me than usual. “Mommy, will you sit on the couch and schnuggle wif me?” I am sitting on the couch and snuggling as often as I can. I’m trying not to spend that time thinking of more things to add to my to-do list. As a distraction, I’m reading a book about how deployment affects a soldier’s family. It’s making me cry. I’m not sure this is a good distraction.
I am grateful that I do not have to pack my house. In the end, even dirty laundry will get packed. In the end, even a pile of junk will get packed. In the end, every possession will make it onto the truck and to Virginia and into the new house. The more work I do here, the easier will the transition be. But I have to balance snuggle time on the couch in Virginia with snuggle time on the couch in Kansas.
As I lie in bed every morning, I pray, “Thank you, God, for this wonderful life. Please help us to get through these weeks with patience and love.”