Links to other people’s photos of my family

Last year on our move from Virginia to Kansas, we stopped in Ohio and saw the same people I’m seeing this trip. But nobody remembered to take photos.

This time around, that omission has been corrected.

I myself have only taken a few photos, and I keep leaving the camera in the car. They will have to wait.

Sarah took a bunch when we visited on Saturday.

My SIL, Heather, took a lot at the pool on Sunday and at COSI on Monday.

I’m looking forward to meeting Barb tomorrow, and then we head northward to see extended family.

Our “stuff” is supposed to arrive tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp. Bill has a late afternoon flight, so please offer up a tiny prayer that all goes well and he gets to the airport on time, unless of course, the plane is going to crash, and then pray he misses it or that it doesn’t or something.

This is the first time in nearly a year we have been apart! Katie was sobbing herself to sleep last night on his behalf. I’m not nearly that dramatic, but I do miss him.

On the road

I’m none too fond of laptops and cramped keyboards, but my husband graciously left his with me, in Ohio, while he makes his way to Virginia to take possession of our new home and hopefully gets our furniture and other stuff delivered.

How was the pack out?

We have a lot of stuff. I don’t like that, but I keep reminding myself that we have a lot of people in our family too. And homeschooling takes up plenty of room, too, between the library, the manipulatives, the supplies, and the games and puzzles that I feel we should have since I have six kids at home 24/7.

But all the stuff made it on to the truck, save for that dinner fork (yes, one of ours) which I packed with my clothes. I had hoped for delivery of our stuff no later than this Wednesday, but that just might not happen. I’m praying for a miracle, and I refuse to worry about what will happen if that just doesn’t work out.

How was the drive to Ohio?

Well. Um. I’m pretty sure I could have (should have) been cheerier. We had vomit, and the barf bag didn’t make it all the way from the front of the van to the back of the van in time. We had many many many many potty breaks. We had a car with a burning oil smell, cause still unknown. We had an unhappy baby. We had a child unable to sleep, but desperately wanting to do so, and demanding a bed in a shrieking sort of way at midnight (which was actually 1 am, since we had crossed into Indiana by that time) causing a (finally) sleeping infant to awaken and add to the din followed by the awakening of a toddler who was also unhappy about being awake.

After some sleep, the drive into Ohio was better.

Visiting friends was wonderful. Living in suburbia, I forget just how quiet a farm is. A bustling city is fun, the suburbs are convenient, but when I spend a few hours on a farm, I can remember how to relax, how to slow down, how to breathe. I think, when this army life is over, I will live on a farm.

And now, finally, visiting with family is the best. The kids are still a bit out of sorts due to the trauma of a move, less sleep than usual, adjusting to a different time zone, more junk food than normal, no real routine, and living out of suitcases. Petey keeps asking to go home. The kids keep saying, very sweetly, “We don’t have a home, Peter,” which gives him fits, and I had to tell them to quit it. We’ll have a home soon.

Bill keeps saying, “Life is a journey, not a destination.” This is certainly true right now.

The hardest thing about moving…

Petey stood sadly looking out the front door this afternoon.

“Baughn,” was all he said.

“Vaughn’s at his Grandma’s house,” I said, trying to be upbeat.

“I didn’t say goodbye,” he said.

Peter is not yet three. I’m amazed at his grasp of the situation. Vaughn’s stuff got loaded on a truck yesterday. They are staying with family until they move on to their next assignment.

Vaughn’s mom was cleaning the house today, and she promised me the kids would be around on Monday. She, though, is scheduled to work all week. And then we’ll be gone.

And so we hugged and speculated that perhaps she wouldn’t have to go in on Thursday and then this would not really be goodbye, and then we said goodbye, for now.

And that was hard enough.

Stress

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.”

Travel info bleg

I’m trying to plan our journey westward in the first week of July. We’ll need to spend a few nights somewhere between here and Kansas. It looks like St. Louis would be a good place to hole up for a few days. Anybody ever done anything there besides see The Arch? I’m looking for a hotel that has suites, too – most places don’t like it when you sleep 7 people in a room, and I can’t put the kids in a separate room yet.

Suggestions? Ideas?