Thursday, August 22, 2013

Anxiety To The Tune Of Happy Squealing Children

Sitting in the destroyed dining room (why do children need to wear so very MUCH of their suppers?) contemplating the equally topsy turvy kitchen, the partially cleaned bathroom, and the two page long list of things to get done.  Trying not the panic.  Not succeeding.

I can hear optimistic sounds from my husband upstairs attempting to book the final airline ticket.  This is so encouraging since the last few times he's been on the phone with them there has been a lot of glaring and much casual frustration and storming about.  He's had a rough day, poor guy.


Just went upstairs and David is still on the phone.  Uggghhhhaaaaaahhhhhh...this is the last big thing we have to do today!  Not that we had the amazing list crossing off morning I had hoped for.  We made it to David's appointment and to mine, but then missed another one.  We bought food for tonight but not food as in 'groceries'.  We didn't Go Grocery Shopping.  We did make it to the bank, but we didn't get a chance to pick up the new cat carrier.  It's all been so touch and go.

And now I have a list a mile long for tomorrow.  It's not as long as it was the first time I wrote it out, and then got canola oil all over it so I couldn't cross anything off, but it's still pretty long.  There are 33 items on it; 15 of those alone are people I have to somehow get in touch with some one reason or another...can you watch my child/help me pack a truck/tell me where I can sign up for a family doctor/tell me if you want my table?

Well, Apparently All Is Well on the booking of tickets front.  David has claimed victory and has gone off to fall asleep in the bathtub listening to sermons.  I feel palpable relief.

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