I appreciate authenticity in others...it's a huge priority to me... So, in honor of authenticity this is how our move is going...
-My 3 y/o is still not potty trained. We tried and failed and then we were planning for a move and I knew I really had to wait. Now we're here and getting settled and, sigh, I can hear the choo-choo of the potty train. Say a prayer for me because she couldn't care less.
-I tore my middle finger nail on my left hand when I was trying to move our futon. Oh. My. Word. OUCH!
-Because of the way the packers labeled some of our boxes (used a different LOT number) the movers lost 4 of our boxes...they all contained clothes for the girls. There are about 3 other boxes/items also missing. We've never had anything lost in any of our 6 moves and in 1 move we have 7. I'm over it mostly now but still holding out hope the boxes are found.
-I'm excited to watch my kids play in the mud. I love it and I don't even mind the dirty bath water after.
-I hate that we have to eat gluten free...it is so much harder in so many ways especially in the middle of huge transitions. Tummy aches—I shun you!
-I haven't cried at all during this move but I really have wanted to. It just seemed like this move was more overwhelming than the other 5 before this. Maybe it was because my debut novel was releasing in the middle of it giving me little to no chance to really relish in the cool-ness of that...or that my husband was furloughed the day we closed on our new house...or that we have had to take a HUGE break from homeschool to prepare for the move, move, and now settle. Really, why haven't I cried? All of that really does deserve a good cry or at least a sappy chick-flick.
All of this and still God has been whispering into my ear...I'm here. I'm here.