Move day is barreling down upon us now. The children have started a ‘days-until’ countdown. And almost everyone I meet has something to say like:
Oh my gosh, you’re going so soon. Are you ready?
Are you excited?
Do you think everything will get done before you go?
The answer to these questions has been somewhat varied, depending on my level of stress at that particular moment. I am, however, finding a tendency to roll my eyes at the least. I mean really, we’re stressed around here. There’s a lot to do. I have a list that I check and re-check every day at least 15 times. And every time someone reminds me how close this is getting, my stomach flips and I have trouble breathing. I’m not excited. I’m terrified. Because everything *has to * get done before we go and I’m the one doing most of it.
The children are also generally nearby when these exclamations of wonder are pronounced. They don’t need it. They also are stressed and handling it very well, but I’m expecting a melt down any minute now. Aidan almost lost it when we sold the car. They don’t need to hear, repeatedly, how soon we are departing the only home they’ve known.
England will be very exciting when we get there. Having Sam’s family around us will be lovely. There will be new places to explore and many, many wonderful surprises, I’m sure. But that’s then and this is now. Please…don’t ask, “How soon?”