Life in Purgatory

Gah.

I’m apologizing in advance that this will be a depressing post. 

Feel free to not read any further.

 

You’ve been forewarned.

Still here?

Ok. 

So, I’m starting to feel a little bit like a stale cracker. 

Bland to begin with, but now even more irrelevant because of, you know, the stale-ness.

 

I am just so stinkin’ tired of this not-knowing-when-we’ll-move state of being. 

As well as all the miles that my poor husband is racking up with his semi-weekly trips back home.

Yes, we miss him terribly, but it’s almost to the point where it makes more sense for him to stay put, and just come home once a week.  *sigh*

 

Noelle brought a packet home from school today requesting that all families let them know if they’ll be returning to WR next year. 

*sniff*  I wish.  But then again, who knows?  Will we still be here at that time?  We didn’t think she’d make it through even part of her first grade year here, and she has 7 days left until the end of the year. 

We signed her up for softball - late.  We were hesitant to pay the money (in February), and didn’t think it would be fair to have her commit to a team that we weren’t sure we’d be around to commit to.

Bible school?  Hmmm.  It’s in July.  Do we register?  This time we’ll be paying for two, since Kae’s old enough and sure would enjoy the experience.

If we’re going to be around for it.

Do I look for jobs in New Town, or do I continue to play the waiting game and risk losing the opportunity?

Kae needs to be registered for preschool this fall.  Where do I do that?  What if we’re too late if/when we do move, and she misses out on THAT opportunity? 

*Not that it’s a huge deal, since Noelle didn’t go, and she’s doing great.  But, with the way that Kae is progressing, she is TOTALLY ready for some further stimulation, and would greatly benefit from the experience.*

Vacation?  It’s hard to plan for that when we don’t know if/when we’ll need to be around to close on our house, or how many days we might need to save to get our new house ready.

 

*Heavy sigh*

I am just so tired of living life aimlessly.

I need some direction.

 

Dear God,

Could I please have some arrows?

Thanks and praise,

Mandy

Satisfaction

Is there a better feeling than cleaning out your closet?

 

Let me rephrase that.

Is there a better feeling than admiring your organized, cleaned, and COMPLETED closet?

 

This past week, I decided to test the fates, and dig our spring/summer clothes out from their spot in our overstuffed (and I don’t mean pompus) garage.  So far, we haven’t jinxed ourselves back to wintery weather - as that always seems to happen.  Actually, it looks to be even warmer today.  Yay!

(Weekend, I see your threat of cool weather, and I am choosing to ignore you.  If you so choose to send us back to sweaters and jeans, I have some in reserve….so THERE!)

 

So far, I have my own closet and dresser done….DONE!  woo hoo! 

(Sorry to say goodbye to you, skimpy underwear of my college years, but you and I just weren’t getting along anymore.  I feel like we’re not a good fit, if you know what I mean…) 

 

Kae’s closet and dresser are DONE!  woo hoo hooooooo!

 

Today, it’s Noelle’s turn.  I will be sorting, folding, rehanging, and rearranging until I am content with the outcome. 

Yes, I am making piles everywhere. 

Piles of stuff to go back into storage.

Piles of stuff to save for M2.

Piles of stuff to take to Goodwill. 

Yes, I am worried that every time I create messes for myself all over the blessed house, I will be receiving a phone call to show the house within a time frame that I will not be able to accomodate.  (read: I will run around the house, screaming at the kids to pick up their stuff and stop moving things! while I throw junk willy nilly into obscure corners and follow up with a Swiffer/Windex wipedown.)

 

But, boy does it feel great to know that I have four huge garbage bags full of stuff to take to Goodwill.  I always feel lighter somehow after those trips. 

 

And, oh what can compare with the feeling of opening a closet door, and not feeling attacked by clothes?

Rather, the visit is savored, since it is so organized.  So clean.  So inviting. 

 

Ah, bliss.

Wishmaker, wishmaker, make me a wish

I got tagged for my first meme today from the wonderful Michelle over at Lede Me On . 

Yay!

In this particular meme, you must think of a wish, and post it for all the internets to see.  Hmmm.

What to wish for?  What to wish for?

What SHOULD I wish for? 

Well, here’s what I should wish for… (and I do, of course)

Here’s what I’m really wishing for, though.

Materialistic, selfish, one-track-mind me (because it’s all about me-me).

So, I’m tagging you Jule (and anyone else who feels compelled to post a wish for all to see), to do the same.  Wish to your heart’s desire, then pass it on. 

Here’s the blank template ~

Oh, the fun we’ll have…

Michelle has asked that we link back to Linda at Are We There Yet?  Thanks!

So, if enough people read it, it’ll come true?  At least that’s what all the wish emails I’ve been receiving since the beginning of time have promised.

I’ll keep ya posted…