So, this year has been a... crazy... year. I reserve 'bad' for things that include trips to the hospital and or consultations with the insurance company. So it hasn't been bad, just crazy.
And I think that I've done a relatively good job dealing with it. Perhaps if you talked with my children or husband they might disagree, but as they don't write this blog, they can't tell you otherwise.
I like to pretend at least that I'm an optimist person who just deals with situations while at least attempting to stay cheerful and looking at the bright side of things. Evacuation? It might mean being away from home for awhile, but it's a good excuse to read a lot of books and order out a lot. See? Less cooking. A good thing. And I love libraries in the US. Having a baby seven weeks before moving overseas? Sure, it's a little fast, but see the above about cooking and books. Plus, I don't have time to be worried about baby not sleeping well. Good attitude. Go me.
But with twelve days to go before departure, I'm starting to feel this year catch up to me. I can deal with moving. Again. I'm okay with living in temporary housing when we get to post for an unspecified time. Again. While I'm not looking forward to paying a driver $180 a week to get things done, I can deal with not having a car for several months. Again. I can even deal with a five week-old baby and all of its vagaries. For the fourth time.
But when that five week-old baby decides to fight me every single time I nurse and tries to scream and cry every single time I put him down to sleep when I know he's tired and just wants to sleep already, and repeat every 2 1/2 to 3 hours, I get a little tired of the show. And then I have to decide what makes the cut for stuffing into our eight suitcases because we don't know when we'll be in our real (hopefully, fingers crossed) house and so we have to fit everything we might need for
I think I could handle all of that except the baby, but when the baby is thrown in, I'm done in. I can hardly handle the baby under normal circumstances. Newborns are not my favorite.
So, I'm going to do the reasonable thing and leave the children and go to Ikea and Potomac Mills tomorrow. All. By. Myself. Because what we need right now is to spend more money and acquire more things to ship overseas.
End of rant.