T minus 72 hours

Today is a day of lasts. It's the last time I see my living room look like a living room. It's now filled with boxes of kitchen stuff, because there's no where else to put them.





Today is the last day Piper and I walk Isaac to the bus stop. It's Isaac's last day at Lowell Elementary.


It's the last day that I'll get a hug and kids from Isaac when he sees the bus coming...


...and the last time we'll wave goodbye as the bus pulls away.


I was doing ok...until Piper and our daycare provider waved goodbye to me as I drove to work. It was such a stressful time last year when we had to find a new daycare. And she has been such a blessing. The kids have flourished under her care. I picked the kids up and gave her a bouquet of flowers. She had a present for each of the kids and had cupcakes for snack. And now the kids are playing at the Golden Arches while I blog.

Saying goodbye has been an emotional process. There have been so many unknowns for so long, that looking forward to the future was difficult. I didn't have anything to envision. It's been easier, now able to picture the house we will move to. But when I get excited, I also get a sense of guilt, like I shouldn't be excited, because I don't want to move. But yesterday I finally realized that I am responsible for making myself miserable. Our move is inevitable. Being negative about it only makes me feel worse. So in working on "turning that frown upside down". And there are positives to moving (although it's much easier for me to see the negatives).

So I am preparing for more "lasts" in the next 3 days. And then lots more "firsts".