God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
I'm sure you've all heard at some point, the ideology that God will never give you anything that you can not handle. And I'm sure you've all heard me say "It will be alright in the end, so if it's not alright, it's not the end." Well, I desperately need my end. I know that's just me speaking and that has nothing to do with God's plan for me, but somethings gotta give here. "We'll get through this." "Sometimes he lets it rain." I know them all, I've heard them all, heck, I repeat them to myself a thousand times a day lately! I try to generally have a good attitude but it's fading quickly. I can stand for something bad to happen but the past few months are not a mere something.
I got a bad feeling about this move a couple weeks before the packers came. I never thought it would be so hard to leave all these amazing friends I'd come to love in Virginia. The bad feeling came back when the packers started stealing our food. :/ But, it's alright! We're moving on to a new adventure! Maddy would be starting kindergarten, Emma would be going to pre-k, Tom would have a new job that he was ridiculously excited about, and I was so blessed with a job that could transfer with me and I would work remotely. Our new house was waiting in Mississippi, a 3 bedroom 2.5 bath with a bonus above the garage, an outdoor kitchen area, an in ground pool complete with diving board (separate fence from the rest of the yard for safety!) a huge fenced in yard WITH a swing set. Ahhhhh, life was setting up so nicely. And we deserved it too. We flew out the in laws to take the girls for a couple weeks while Tom and I got our move on. I teary eyed waved goodbye to my babies.
It started the first week in April with cleaning, packing, working, moving. UCK! But this time, we had the Army move us, I was way too stressed already to attempt doing it myself. AND, we made friends with the truck driver so he was planning on delivering our household goods only 2 days later!! That meant a good night's rest at my Grandmas on the way down, and maybe one day in a hotel. Then unpack for a few days before Thomas flew out to pick up the girls.
Well, the packers packed things they weren't supposed to pack (no biggie, it's only for a couple days), then the movers had too big of a load in the front of the truck so our stuff wouldn't fit. They had to bring another truck and ship a second load. Scary, but no biggie, I'll just call Christina (thanks again for letting us crash!) and let her know we would be a few more hours. Oh! You'll love this, in the middle of all the chaos throughout our house, one of the packers comes up mumbling something to me. I didn't understand and after questioning him a few times, I realized he was letting me know I still had oil in my pantry. "OH! Oil! Yes, I haven't cleaned out the pantry yet. It's just snacks for the roads and most of it's going to my neighbor. I'll get to it, I didn't forget." Insert soft, thankful smile from me for his concern. A few minutes later he comes and asks me for a garbage bag, confused I gave him one. He promptly took it to my pantry and started emptying the contents into the garbage bag. At first I thought, "Oh how nice! That's so sweet of him to pack that all up for me to take next door." But wait, he doesn't know what are snacks for the road, and what's going to Tabetha's house. Wait, what's he doing?? HE'S TAKING MY FOOD! Thomas walked in to see my puzzled face as I'm literally clutching my broom unable to speak. In my mind I'm screaming, "Hello! He's taking your food! Say something you idiot!!" Of course, I say nothing. After a few whispers and husband/wife telepathic sentences, Thomas says, very kindly, "Krista, make sure you don't want anything else from the pantry." I walked over still clutching my broom and not taking my eyes off the thieving packer, I grab random items from my pantry shelves. As many as I can hold without losing my death grip on my broom. The packer finished packing up his goods of half eaten jars of peanut butter, marshmallow creme, cookies, snacks, half bottles of veggie oil, and many other canned goods and unhealthy things, and left. Tom walked the other direction leaving me standing in an empty kitchen, holding my box of noodles, a couple cans, and probably an 80% empty jar of honey. Who knows. I stood there for a few minutes telling myself that maybe he really needed that food and it was OK. Then of course I walked across the street and handed Tabby my random goodies (cause who takes spaghetti noodles as a snack on a road trip??) and proceeded to recant what I'd just witnessed. But it was OK. We decided he must be homeless and he needed it much more than I did. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
We had some other major bumps regarding my job moving me from a full time position to one that would effectively cut my pay in half but after lot's of praying and soul searching, we decided that we'd try to make it work. :/ Other than that the pre-move went alright. The traveling went so-so, if you know me, you know how much I hate to travel. And I hate the word hate so you know it must be bad. We had an amazing visit with my grandparents on the way through and ended up in Gulfport, pulling into our driveway at about 9 pm. Ahhhh, we were finally Home. Home. HOME! That's when it got bad.....then it got worse.
Aaannnnnd there's my kids. I guess "Home" and all it's wonder that came with it will have to wait until tomorrow.
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