So first there was Christmas. Then New Year's. Then we were informed we had 30 days to move (the landlord just wanted his house back. I would too. It was a wonderful house). In the thirty day limit, while moving (the move was sponsored by all of our friends and their vans), we celebrated Toe's third birthday with his grandparents visiting from Texas and Uncle Awesome visiting from South Korea. J and I rehearsed for a play (that ran last weekend). I also finished the first draft of the Aquarium book.
The amazing part is, we did not kill each other. Very few cross words happened. However, it is not over yet. More chaos until March 14, followed by slight chaos, you know...forever. I am just trying to take things one step at a time, because that's all I can face.
We are in a house that meets our needs for now. We are healthy. We all still love each other. I am grateful every day.
And Toe is a trooper. He's tired. He's cross. He's three and has embraced the phrase "I won't." But somehow he still manages to smile like a fiend and the whole world melts away.
Shouts out to our amazing friends who packed our belongings and carried furniture up a long flight of stairs, to Jason's folks and brother who made a great effort to share Toby's birthday with us, to my mother who watched Toe, packed, and was a general superwoman. And Ron who worked for a full day on the new house. And Jamie. And...The biggest shout goes to my boys, of course. J worked SO HARD to make this month happen smoothly and was kind throughout. And Toe rolled with the punches as much as any kiddo could. And of course they both provided comic relief. Lots of loud comic relief.
It's funny. I crave change. I want to be able to embrace change. But when it actually comes, it kind of stresses me out. Would that I could relax and ride the wave.
