I feel tired.  Perhaps I need a few hours to myself.  With DH in Tennessee and me here handling all the relocation issues (and the kids), I’m appreciating the times when he was here and I could go upstairs for a bath, to read, or whatever, for a few minutes while he talked to the older kids and watched Camille.  This weekend is especially busy since Sarah returned from camp last night (tons of laundry), we have a highly publicized open house tomorrow, and we will be packing our luggage for our final move by Monday. 

Tuesday, I’ll go to TN for the closing, then I’ll be there for the rest of the week preparing the house for the delivery of our household goods.  There’ll be painting, cleaning, re-carpeting… the works!  At first, Rachel was drafted to go with us to help, but Sarah is wanting to go instead because she wants to help paint and because she hasn’t seen her daddy in over a week.  Rachel is more than happy to leave the work to us and “help” my parents with Camille.  *sigh*  I’ll decide soon who will go.  Quite honestly, I’d like to go by myself so DH and I can have a little time alone.  We almost NEVER get to spend time alone.  Most of the time would be spent working, but maybe in the evening, we could take a few walks or have some quiet time together.

Tomorrow will be our last Sunday worshipping with our family at Central.  L  I am so sad about that.  I’ve grown so much spiritually these past 5 and a half years with this family.  I’ve made some really good friends.  I know we’ll still be close by, but it’s not the same when you don’t see each other 2-3 times a week like we do now.  On the ride home from camp last night, the reality of the move hit Sarah.  She cried the first part of the trip.  All summer, the move has seemed like a dream to her… one that is far out of reach.  She had so much on her calendar, with the last thing being camp.  After that… the move.  Tomorrow at church will be tough on the girls… and for me too.

On a lighter note, I’ve accomplished a lot this week.  Almost all my “changes of address” have been submitted.  I’ve packed all the items that the movers will not move and collected all items to be donated.  Now, all there is to do is keep the house clean and pack for 7+ days of being here and there.  The movers arrive Monday (7/16), so I’ll be back Sunday night for that.  After they load the truck on Tuesday, I’ll clean a little, then head back to TN for the Wednesday delivery.  Then... we’ll all be together for good.  I’m looking forward to that day.  I find that I’m irritable more when the family is divided.  I think it’s called “separation anxiety”.  It’s funny how we long for our routine after a while in disarray.  It makes me appreciate the hardship of soldiers’ wives and the pain of widow(er)s.

"Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest."  - Matthew 11:28

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