Tears

Well, I held them off for as long as I could but the dam has broken. Soaking up time with my daughter (Camp Pamdrianne) I had to acknowledge some what this move means: this house is quickly becoming a shell instead of home and “camps” will have to happen elsewhere, I’m not going to be “just down the road” from either of my children, friends can’t just run over with their large vehicles to “save me” when mine isn’t big enough, spur of the moment dinners will no longer be that as they’ll have to be long planned, and I may be out of the country for some major life events in my children’s lives. Yes, realizing all these things led to the release of many tears this last week.

Through the blur of tears, we were able to accomplish some big things during Camp Pamdrianne. Probably the largest (and certainly the dirtiest!) was getting everything out of the attic. I had an old braided rug up there and I don’t think it could have held any more dirt. Phew! Anticipating yet another move after we moved in here, I kept most of the boxes. Some had been flattened, but many still had packing paper in them. I think the pile of flattened cardboard boxes must have stood about 4 feet high and now they’re recycled! Linen closet is now emptied except for what I will take with me. The clothes I will take with me are mostly packed out of my closet (minus the few I might yet wear here). All the furniture I intend to keep in storage is now there and I believe I will actually be relieved of my car by next Friday. 

I have gotten used to having my children at home with me again just in time for them both to return to their cities and lives. Today my papers were returned from the US State Dept (I now have John Kerry’s autograph x3!) and I am working on how best to get them in to the Kuwait Embassy. It all feels like it is coming down to the wire.

So along with the tears my stress levels are rising. I WILL make it and all will be well.