I Wasted $35 on Flowers and Then I Cried

At least I can show you my lovely flowers.

We were scheduled to have a professional photographer come to the house today to get pictures to put on our realtors' website. I went home at lunch and got everything ready. I turned on lights, opened blinds, vacuumed, hid everything in cupboards, even dragged a huge ottoman to the garage.

When I got in the car to go back to school, there was a message from our realtor that the photographer had cancelled all appointments for today because of rain. So I went around and turned off all of the lights and pouted. If only I had brought my phone in the house, I could have spared myself all of that work!

Selling a house is HARD. Especially when you are doing all of this really fantastic work and there are no actual home buyers to see it. None.

Sigh.

I am staying as optimistic as possible. I believe that God has a plan and that it includes some tests, some lessons, some bumps, in order to get to a finish line that includes us moving into a home in our new town that is just right for us. How could we appreciate any of it at all if it were all smooth sailing and super easy?!

The Hubs and I have been talking about moving back to this town, the one we are moving to, since we left it. It's the town where we met. The town where we both attended the small university, where we earned our Bacholor's degrees. It's the town where our kids will attend school. Where I hope we will grow old together.

I'm excited. Sad. Happy. Nervous. Stressed. Everything all at once. Leaving a job that I love. Taking on a job that I've always wanted (full time mom for a year). Trying to stay sane. And tidy.

For a tidy house will sell. At least that's what I keep telling myself!

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Attack of the School-Ager

Since I picked her up, 40 minutes ago, my B has used the following phrases with the perfect amount of sarcasm.

"C'mon!" (Not as in hurry up, but as in c'mon, are you kidding me?!?!)

"Seriously?!"

"I know, right?" (Said to her four-year old brother, so he's sure to pick up these neat little gems as well.)

Help me now.


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Speaking of Wiggly Teeth

My B is nearing the end of 1st grade and STILL has all of her baby teeth. This has bothered her the entire school year, I think she's just given up on it by now.

She's got two loose teeth, her bottom front two. We were talking about them at dinner, she gently wiggled them while we spoke.

Me: "Do you think the tooth fairy will even find us when you finally lose one?!"

B nods her head.

Me: "How do you think the tooth fairy even finds our house?"

B: (fluttering her pretend fairy wings) "She just FLUTTERS around....with her tiny GPS."

Kids these days and their newfangled ideas.

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This Mother's Day

I'm so thankful for my own mother. My mother-in-law. And my two grandmothers. I'm a lucky woman to have so many strong, wonderful moms to look up to.

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This Mother's Day, I will remember as the one where our house was full of boxes and we were preparing to sell our house.

I've resigned from the job I love and am preparing to move my family half way across our state. Back to the town where I met my husband. The first town I lived in away from home.

This mama won't be an Omaha one for much longer.

I'm going to live in a much smaller town and my husband is going to be the principal of its one public high school. 

There will be a lot of decisions to make. A LOT.

But for today, I'm going to sip my coffee, head to church, and then spend the rest of the day in a cleaning frenzy. I am decidedly grateful for all of the opportunities that lay ahead of us and am trying really hard not to get stuck in the stress of the rest!

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