Everyone should check out the most recent Wil Wheaton's blog entry (link to his blog to the right). It's quite funny.

Sick

Blech! Of course I have my Lady Jane to thank for the nasty cold/flu. Well, life has resumed normal pace. Last week was my first week back at full time. Connor started school and seems to be adjusting well. And my house is back to looking like someone set off a bomb and left. Such is life. Not much new on England, besides my husband having a course of action to complete. We did find out it's likely to be 6 months to a year. Open house is this evening at the school. Not much left to report. Life doesn't seem very exciting when you're at home sick.

How Much Would You Spend on Maybe?

Apparently we'd spend about $600. That's about $200 for passports for the kids and renewal for me. $90 on microchips, $45 for rabies vaccinations, and $255 for blood titers for 3 cats to be eligible to go to the UK in 6 months. All on a maybe. No new news besides the woman that I hired in with almost 2 years ago turned in her resignation Monday. This is after I told my boss I might not be there for busy season. We're a small firm with a total of 3 auditors. So you guessed it, it's time to panic. So if you know any auditors with 1-3 years experience that are interested in a job that travels 1 day out of the year for inventory, give me a call or write me in the comments.

Fear

The most paralyzing of emotions. It makes all the other emotions look like mush in its raw form. Fear usually is something we hide deep inside. Dreams are one of its most frequent outlets. Lately, I've had terrifying dreams. I'm walking through our upstairs. Little man is in his doorway. He's about two years younger and is standing there with a wild grin swinging his door back and forth. The bathroom next door has water in the tub. I go in and look in the water seeing dark hair floating. I pull out Lady Jane's Dora doll relieved. But then with fear holding my heart I notice a shape floating under an object. I frantically pull out Lady Jane's limp figure. I crumple to the floor and yell for help holding my baby to my chest. Then I wake up. At this point, the fear gets me out of bed and staggering down the hallway at 2 in the morning. I look in Lady Jane's bed and see that she's sound asleep. I cross the hall and note that Little man is also asleep.

Weeks later I have a similar dream with Lady Jane in the water except she's bound and when I pull her out she's still breathing. I have many fears but the worst are death, my own, my children's, my husband's, my family's. This fear tends to prey upon me in my weaker moments. Making me want to hold on tightly to those I love and not let them go into the world where bad things happen by the minute. I refuse to let fear paralyze me to that point. However, the fear will always be there especially when I'm asleep. Sweet dreams.

Holding my Breath

My husband came home Monday saying that one of his manager's had told him to talk to him about England (by the way, Sheffield is the city). My husband was supposed to talk to him yesterday and as of today has still not talked to him. Granted my husband is truly busy right now and I'm sure it's very hard to find time in his day to track down his manager. Do you think I could call the manager? Or would that be too eager?

Fighting Temptation

Welcome to Control Freaks are us. I have to fight the temptation to call my husband hourly at work to ask if he knows anything about England yet. I know that he will call me as soon as he knows or as soon as he remembers to call me after he knows, but I can't stand not knowing. It's driving me insane. I can't make plans. I NEEEED to make plans. I've told my boss we may or may not be leaving in busy season to go to England for a year or two. I want to say I'm going to England for two years, not maybe or or. I need to plan schools, areas to live in, what we will take, whether we'll rent our house or not, what needs to be stored, how to get the cats over there, how much peanut butter to take with. These are all important things and they need to be decided NOW! My boss said that if we don't know anything in 60 days to give my husband's company a little push as we will have huge staffing issues if we don't do anything. So I told my boss on Thursday of last week so 53 days more to go. Health arrangements for the kids. Rent an apartment or a house. Live in Sheffield or Rotherham. Public school or private or home school. If we move in January, transferring Little Man in the middle of a semester. Will the school system put him in the place he needs to be in 2 years for testing in the US. If we're not going, fine. I'd still like to know. And remember as GI Joe always says "Knowing is half the battle."