What? You want to eat this fudge? You'll have to wait for another day. Recipe is forth-coming. We've got pressing matters to discuss. Kind of.
1. We're moving in a few months. It seems like a lot of time. But when I think about how fast the time has flown since Scott's return on November 2nd, a few months seems like no time at all. We have a lot to do. My days are filled with laundry lists. I've spaced out tasks, accomplishing a few things a week, thinking that then it won't hit me all at once. I'm guessing it'll still hit me all at once.
2. I'm nervous to move. I haven't moved in 3 1/2 years. We switched houses exactly 2 years ago, but we didn't leave Alaska. This time, the army will come in, pack up all of our worldly possessions and tell us to get out. It's nerve-racking. As a type-A-introvert, the idea of my simple little routine be shattered is kind of hard for me to accept.
3. I'm, sadly, most concerned about missing my t.v. shows. We'll be moving in the middle of Mad Men and Game of Thrones. This is slightly unacceptable. Hopefully we'll be settled, with reliable cable, before the summer line-up begins on HBO and Showtime.
4. As I said, we haven't moved in 3 1/2 years, and are now out of practice. What do we keep with us? What do we send with the movers? (HELP!) We'll be preparing for at least a month without all of our stuff, depending on the reliability of the army. Maybe we should plan on 3 months in that case...
5. Scott felt the need to remind me we "probably won't have internet while in Canada." Thanks, darling. I know. (It'll only be a couple days, it'll only be a couple days....)
6. I'm trying to secretly pack up my classroom without actually packing up my classroom. It's even more difficult than you would think.
7. It's at times like this, when I'm really uncertain about things, that I tend to rely on God more. One of my favorite books to teach is Number the Stars by Lois Lowry. Not only because I can segway quite easily into a WWII lesson, but because it has such a strong message behind it. Lowry titled the book after this verse from Psalms. It's been running through my head for days.
How can I not calm the heck down? (Because sometimes I get a little neurotic).
If the stars can be numbered, I think I'll be okay.
8. Parent conferences are next week. They are the bane of my existence. I can tell you why someday. Probably after we move.