We are in the home stretch and by stretch I mean the last bit of time before the movers arrive on Monday (gulp!) to pack up our house and load it into the truck on Tuesday. After that, we will be living like squatters in our own house, with nothing left but our suitcases, my mattress, and the boys' bunk beds, and even those will be gone by Friday.
When we ourselves will be leaving is still a mystery, as our visas have not yet been processed and our flights have not yet been booked. I am forcing myself not to think about what happens if there is another delay in our visas and we can't actually leave when we hope to on Saturday. La la la, I can't HEAR you!
Besides, I really have no time to think about that anyway, what with a car to sell, suitcases to pack, a house to finish getting ready to leave, utilities to shut off, school projects to collect, class parties to attend, parent helping duties to complete, addresses to change, movers to supervise, goodbyes to be said, panic attacks to have, etc. Everyone I talk to asks me how I am going to survive the flight and every time I look like a crazy person when I burst out laughing. It's hard to explain that the flight itself is the least of my worries. By the time we make it to the airport, even, the hard part(s) will be behind us. Flying 12 hours overnight with two small boys? Piece of cake!! Actually, they will probably serve us multiple pieces of cake and cookies and smoothies and all sorts of yummy drinks--the flight is going to be like a spa day for me!
We just have to make it until then....
When we ourselves will be leaving is still a mystery, as our visas have not yet been processed and our flights have not yet been booked. I am forcing myself not to think about what happens if there is another delay in our visas and we can't actually leave when we hope to on Saturday. La la la, I can't HEAR you!
Besides, I really have no time to think about that anyway, what with a car to sell, suitcases to pack, a house to finish getting ready to leave, utilities to shut off, school projects to collect, class parties to attend, parent helping duties to complete, addresses to change, movers to supervise, goodbyes to be said, panic attacks to have, etc. Everyone I talk to asks me how I am going to survive the flight and every time I look like a crazy person when I burst out laughing. It's hard to explain that the flight itself is the least of my worries. By the time we make it to the airport, even, the hard part(s) will be behind us. Flying 12 hours overnight with two small boys? Piece of cake!! Actually, they will probably serve us multiple pieces of cake and cookies and smoothies and all sorts of yummy drinks--the flight is going to be like a spa day for me!
We just have to make it until then....
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