The "In-Between" Time

I’ve been thinking of this time between the accepting of the job and moving day as the “In-Between” time. It’s hard on the emotions, stressful, and very exhausting. I’ve found that one can never quite be sure of the emotions to be found in oneself, or my family. Each day, we pack a little more. We’re at a point where we can find little amounts each day that we can live without for now and pack, but the major packing will come in the next few weeks.

Today, we went looking for a single brew coffee machine for Phil because his bit the dust this week (leaving in it freshly ground Dunkin Donuts Coffee – which I’m told is the BEST!). Walmart and Home Depot lacked what we were looking for, so again, he’ll suffer without. Our regular coffee pot was packed several weeks ago because we only use it once in a blue moon and figured there was no need to keep it out! Poor guy! No wonder he gets grumpy.

Then, I worked on closing out some parties because I get paid to party all the time. It is a pretty great way to work and still be a stay-at-home mom.

After the girls went to bed, we worked on emptying out the attic more. We’re almost done. Phil convinced me to quit for the night because we had enough to haul down to the garage and also had to reorganize the boxes in the garage to make room. There is no longer room to open the big garage door as all the boxes are sitting against it.

This whole moving thing is so hard. I go from being excited, to being sad, to frustrated, and so on. Phil and the kids seem to be going through those same feelings. Our oldest’s hardest part about moving is leaving her best friend Anna. She said the other day that she was going to take Anna with her. I told Anna’s mom that, and she chuckled. Apparently Anna doesn’t quite understand the move either. She thought that our oldest would still be coming back for school every day, just be a little bit late! Anna’s mom explained that we were moving too far away to come back for school. We discussed it and the girls will email and send letters so they can keep in touch. It’s too precious a friendship to let them loose track of each other. I have promised visits when we come back and even a play date before we go. I’m not quite sure how that will work, but it will be ok.

Tomorrow is church. Phil’s running sound (only 1 more time after this). We also have been attending a parenting class. It’s put together by Dobson, and has been really good. Phil wanted to go, which was so cool. I never expected that he would want to, but now he’s sad that we won’t be able to be there for the whole thing. It’s been quite helpful already.

Sleep time. There is so much more I could write, but I do need sleep. My immune system seems a bit worn, so I should take better care of myself.

We still have not sold the house. It’s being shown several times a week, but no bites yet. It’s hard to leave it in God’s hands.

We did sign the rental/early possession papers this week as we can’t close until we sell this house, but Phil has to start work on the 16th of October.