I have three more days of solo parenting, and in that time I have to prepare an hour and a half presentation for a women’s retreat I leave for on Friday. I not only missed teacher’s appreciation day, but I also missed the last day of school deadline for the presents I had in mind. Atti’s teachers have had him for nearly three years. They deserved quilts, but those are all still lying in pieces all over my living room as Atti crawls over them singing and pretending he’s a little baby that needs to be wrapped up in a blankie. I ran around town Friday morning scrambling for a plan B and came up with cheesecake cupcakes and gerber daisies.
The movers get here on Thursday, we move in to the new place a week from Monday, and then I can begin letting out the breath I’ve been holding for the last two months. We’ll still have to deal with all the red tape of getting Atti’s services started up in a new county, finding new doctors and a new school, and of course all the details that you never think about except when you have to move, but at least we’ll all be together again. The new house has a big bathtub and I plan on using it. I might even wait until the movers are done.
I’ll see you all on the other side of this move. I love you all for your patience and support. There’s light at the end of my tunnel.