As I sit down for the first time today and really just breathe for a moment, I can't help but look back at today with a bit of pride. As some of you may know, we are going back to the States. What hasn't been made total common knowledge is that I have only 3 weeks to plan and do an international/overseas move.
I'm shocked at how much I've already accomplished. I have felt overwhelmed, stressed, annoyed, etc. I didn't feel like I was getting much of anything done. But when I finally sat down today, I realized that I've done a lot.
Just today alone, I've dropped off a car load of donations. Then waited around for 2 freaking hours for someone who was supposed to pick items up and kept texting me to tell me that she was on her way. UGH. I used that time to take care of some tasks that needed to be done. Such as checking our P.O. Box, chatting with the cell company about turning off our service, etc.
Once I was done there, it was off to a nearby village where I delivered another item to a friend that had FINALLY come in the mail. Then went and met with another friend who owed hubby money and collected that. Then off to pick up a pair of shoes from a friend who graciously gave them to me. After that, I had to run to the next town over to pick up packing paper.
Then and only then, did I get to come home. Where I managed to go through my husband's closet, do a pre-inspection with the cleaners, give Aphrodite's new owners her travel kennel and a few toys that we missed. Then secured us a new home, also getting the landlord to agree to purchase a washer, dryer and fridge before we arrive. Oh, and I think I found a job too. Then I cooked dinner for my kids, set up a potential family for Athena, confirmed the potential foster family meeting in the morning just in case no one takes her.
In between all of this, I managed to have lunch with my husband and kids, and do two loads of laundry.
And the funny thing about all of this is, I can just sit back and say "Yep, this the life of the military wife."