On Tuesdays the older kids go to school. Lily and I usually head to the laundromat. It's nice because we talk and get a treat and just spend one on one time, which she rarely gets. We also have some electronic time. I get to do some work and she gets to watch videos. It's a win win. So that's where we are today.
I've been feeling a little off today. I guess you could say I have the blues a little. I don't know why, no reason really. I am lucky, I have a very even tempered personality and I really don't have a lot of up and down emotions for the most part, but like everyone, I sometimes feel down and sluggish for no reason.
This mood had me reflecting on our move and everything going on. I was thinking about how crazy that last week was and what an emotional roller coaster it was. I thought I would share a funny story from that week though. Well, funny now, it was not funny at the time.
It was the day before we closed and I had taken the kids over to a friends. Brian was coming home early to help with the finishing items. I wanted to run our last load of donation items before he got home. I was so excited to get that done, thinking he was going to be so surprised and happy I took care of it. One less thing on his list. And he was so thankful and happy it was done. Our garage was almost empty after I took all the stuff. About five minutes after I got back home he started work on some baseboards. He called upstairs to me to know if I had seen the staple gun. Immediately I remembered taking the silver case to the donation center. It was sitting at the front of the pile and I even questioned it being there but was in such a hurry I moved along. Without a word, Brian was in the truck, wheels screeching, heading to the donation center. I laugh now about how dramatic everything was and how we were both so stressed about it. At the time however, I burst into tears. I knew Brian was upset, after all it wasn't even our nail gun. He had borrowed it from his brother in law. The wonderful surprise had turned sour. I was so sad and felt terrible. Luckily the people at the center were helpful and kind and Brian located the nail gun quickly. We laugh at this story now, but at the time it felt like the worst thing ever. Brian was fine by the time he made it home and never said one harsh word to me about it. I'm so glad that even when he is probably super angry at me, he looks at the big picture and never takes his anger out on me. We moved on with our day and finished cleaning up the house. Later on we realized that I also took some stabilizing jacks for the trailer to the donation center. Oops. I constantly wonder what else I accidentally took that we haven't even noticed.
This day was a tough one for us but I am so happy that we both are able to laugh about these moments not long after they happen. Oh man, these last few months have definitely needed some laughter to get through. I am so glad we are settled and enjoying time as a family. Now for the holiday season to start.
Miles of Love,
Stacey
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