Cats

So after our poor cats had to go through the torture of microchipping and blood sampling, we find out it will cost approx. $2000 to ship them to England. Yup, you read that right 2000 buckaroos. So if anyone has an opening for a trio of loving cats to stay with you for a year or if someone would like to move into our home and pay utilities and watch our cats.... You know where to reach me. The decision to leave them behind is not complete yet. The house though we are definitely leaving behind.

Lightbulb Epidemic

I finally got around to buying light bulbs and changed 4 of the 6 that were out yesterday. I painted the hallway between the kitchen and the family room, but need more blue tape to finish. The kids are playing upstairs and my husband is running his buns off in Chicago. I'm sitting contemplating my navel. My husband comes home tonight after being gone since Monday. He flew into Chicago from Manchester, England yesterday and is running a marathon today. He's somewhere in that hoard up above (photo courtesy of the LaSalle Bank Chicago Marathon website). We're all proud of him. Just taking on such a challenge is amazing.


The kids and I have been holding up fairly well. Slight aside. Apparently lightbulb isn't a word but should be replaced by "lustfully". Isn't spell check amazing. Anyway, the kids and I are going to run out to get some supplies and some pumpkins. Hopefully daddy will feel up to helping carve tomorrow night. Mommy has little to no artistic talent when it comes to drawing and carving pumpkins. Daddy tends to make things very complicated, but they always turn out cool. Well, I have to go and finish getting the kids dressed. I'm fairly certain that Lady Jane is still running around in underwear and hasn't put on her clothes. I hate chasing her around, so at some point you just have to say when you're ready to get dressed let me know. And sometimes you just have to dress them on the run.

Goodbye, US. Hello, England.

Well it's official we're going. Now is the time to panic. My husband is currently over for a conference and it was announced that he would be leading the new project for a year. He wants to work it out so that it's a year with the right to extend 6 months. WOOHOO!!!! I think I'm the only one in the family that thrives on change, so expect the others to be stressed. If I weren't at work I'd do the happy dance. I turned in my notice earlier this week and will work until December 15th with the possibility of part time after. We're looking at about February as our ship out date (details are not available as of yet). Yeah.

Who signed me up anyway?

I'm not one to normally talk about that time of the month, but come on. Do I have to be weepy, testy and in pain for hours on end at the same exact time? (It's a rhetorical question, please don't answer I'll likely rip your head off. Don't worry though I'll cry while I do it.) I've had a case of the weepies lately. These started when I was a few months pregnant with my first child. I was watching a preview for The Tigger Movie and started to cry. Note I didn't cry at graduation or my wedding, but for The Tigger Movie .... Nice, huh. Of course, I had to laugh at myself crying. Yesterday, I started to tear up for the beginning of Tarzan. Granted that's what the folks at Disney wanted, but still had my first pregnancy not flipped some mysterious weepy switch, I wouldn't have had to hold back tears.

So besides being weepy and testy and apathetic, life's been interesting. My husband's supposed to be in town all week this week. Woohoo. I know what you're thinking, lucky him. He went to Cincinnati last week for a night and the week prior entertained the English folks with a tour through the great cities of the Midwest: Chicago, Peoria, St. Louis and Wichita. They went through the Catepillar plant in Peoria and I helped them get lined up with my dad's work in Peoria as well. I'm not holding up well under the pressure and he's going traveling more soon. We have a schedule worked out where I stay with the kids in the morning until the bus comes and he's here when the bus drops off. If you take him out of the equation, let's just say it sucks. The afterschool program is full, so now I get to try to coordinate either coming home early (I don't have anymore time off) or getting him to daycare.

I'm also desperately trying to find someone for my firm since it's likely we'll be going to England and the firm's already short one person. If that person hadn't have left, I probably would have given notice already. I'm done. I want to know that I'm the one responsible for messing up my children. Like my husband says it might not make a difference and we'll never know if it would have made a difference. But I'm sure as willing to find out. Me? Hormonal? Nah.