That's where I am.
Add to that ... that's where I am without my man. Sure, Lane is doing his best to help where he is at: He is viewing a myriad of rentals looking for just the right spot; he makes the uncomfortable phone calls to people that I don't want to make; and he lends more emotional support than you can imagine.
But I still have my list of a hundred little things that need to be done. And my neurotic mind has laid it all out in an orderly time-sensitive format. It's actually all written down, with every little thing assigned a time and day of when it is to be completed.
The kink in that beautiful list: A sick baby.
So what do you do? EXACTLY -- take Disney's advice and "Keep Moving Forward".
Today, in my keep-moving-forward attitude, I bundled up my sick baby, got the dog and headed to the vet so Cosmo could get a bill of clean health so he can fly with us to Texas.
I arrive at the vet's and attempt (comically, I'm sure) to maneuver Jane's stroller with one hand whilst keeping Cosmo in tact (he never listens to me and exerted all his energy to pulling me toward the birds).
Out comes the receptionist laughing. Noticing my burgeoning belly, she asks, "what are you going to do when you need more hands than you have now?" I don't verbally answer, but I'm sure my moist eyes did the job.
In we go.
I manage to keep it together while we sign in. I even keep it together for more than half of the doctor's visit. Then Jane starts wailing. Cosmo starts panicking. I hold it together long enough to wheel/tug us out of the office to the front to pay.
As I pay, Cosmo territorially marks the wall with a yellow stream.
Baby still screaming, dog tugging to sniff out the waiting competition, I ask the lady if she has something for me to clean it with. She shoos me out of the office ... and I can't blame her.
Once I was in the car with the dog laying peacefully in the passenger seat and Jane playing with some object, I had to laugh/cry at my situation.
Keep Moving Forward. Thanks Walt.
3 comments:
Oh...she doesn't look like she feels good at all. I always feel bad when they are so little and can't tell you how to make them feel better.
Aw! You are a strong woman. Hang in there you are doing a fantastic job super mom! Can't wait to see you guys again, and if you need any help from us once you get here...do NOT hesitate to call okay?
resourceful! The receptionist had the right idea. . .what do we do when our hands are outnumbered? You found a viable option in the door handle. . .you'll be amazed at the other 'door handles' you will discover as this journey continues. The wailing babies (3 with Lael the oldest at 4) were great motivation when standing in line (oops and pregnant with Drew) for building permits as we began construction for my parents' part of the house years ago. I think everyone welcomed me going to the front of the line, just to eliminate the noise interference. So there are some perks and positives that come out as the humanity of many begin to empatheize. . .you'll be surprised, pleased and amazed so start smiling and watch the world transform. Lucky Texas, here you come!!!!!
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