It is so hard to keep my head on straight right now it isn’t funny. I’m typically a creature of habit. I have my routines, my daily happenings that just flow from one task to the next, all with the love and laughter of my children and family. But there is so much going on around our household I’m finding it hard to focus on the task at hand. I need to just make a list to keep myself grounded, maybe. Or perhaps someone needs to give me a big kick in the hindside to pull my head from my rear.
On top of expecting a new little bundle, my husband, as you all know, is military, and has received orders to PCS (Permanent Change of Station) to Louisiana for 3 years. This is a very good thing – gives the kids an adventure, gets us very much closer to our extended families, gives my husband a job where a deployment isn’t an option (and in this day and age that’s a huge blessing). Plus, we get the added bonus of stability in that, his job brings us right back here again after his duty is up. While we’ll already know the area, it will have changed from when we lived here last it’ll almost seem as new. Plus on post renovations of older homes will be finished by then, and our guarantee of a new house will be certain. We’re excited all around.
But, with this change comes moving. Packers, moving vans, suddenly having to take stock of your entire life/household and purge what isn’t needed, box what is, sort sort sort. I’m feeling somewhat apathetic to it all. Being this creature of habit, this slave to routines, the ‘unknown’ I face as to how my routines will play out in our new surroundings, I’m having trouble ‘letting go’ right now and facing the fact that I have to roll up my sleeves and get workin’. Perhaps denial.
Today, for instance, is our grocery shopping day. This morning we’ll take stock of what we have, make that all-important list of what we’ll be eating for dinner for the week, what supplies we need, and shop for all of it. This week, though, is our last full week in this house – packers start packing us a week from tomorrow. It isn’t just about what we’re out of, now. It’s about- what can we buy that will last us this week, some of next, that we will be out of by the time the packers come? What can we prepare for meals this week and next that’ll clear out our fridge? What will survive the move from our pantry and cabinets, and what do we have to use? More deviation from the ‘norm’- my ‘norm’ – the ‘norm’ I’ve come to grow and love. Why am I being so stubborn? This is an adventure after all.
Ch-ch-changes are a’ comin’. And I’m a’ resistin’. Where’s that swift kick I need?