The first round of good byes went well. I cried at the dentist, but did not cry at work. Pretty sure it freaked out the dentist a little when tears started flowing in the midst of his cleaning. He got me a tissue and I said I was going to miss my boys. He asked, "How many boys do you have?" and I sobbed back, "TWELVE". Don't think he was expecting that answer, but he didn't ask any questions. I guess when you live in Salt Lake and someone is sobbing about 12 boys you just nod your head and move along. He didn't though. He gave me a hug.
At work the boys shared poetry and letters they had written. It was so nice, and even completely appropriate. No strange innuendos or anything. Matt bought 2 cakes, one for the boys and one for staff and we had quite a party. Members of administration even wrote special things in a card for me. I felt really special and appreciated.
Since then I have been "packing", which really means not packing at all. I've spent a lot of time at the Dr's office, running all sorts of errands, forwarding all of my accounts to my mother's house, and all kinds of things I never thought about when I defined moving. It is a real pain in the neck, and has kept me from actually packing the house, so I feel behind and stressed out. But I think I'm doing a good job handling the stress. I've been going to the gym and doing pilates almost every day. I've been trying to eat healthy food when I do eat, because I'm either voracious or have no appetite.
Today my friend Abby came over and helped me actually pack - meaning put things in boxes. We got a lot done together and I was SO grateful for her help. Others have offered help, but I was so behind I didn't even know what to ask them to do. Anyway, Abby was awesome. I am grateful that God brought us together. She used to be my basement neighbor until last week when she and her husband moved out. Who else would move their own house one week, and then repeatedly offer to help you move the next? Abby.
I have a hard time saying this, and I know that some of you who read will think I've gone off deep end when you read this, but I have also been fighting against a lot of spiritual warfare lately. It was very clear on Sunday at my small group and also today, when EVERYTHING went wrong in really strange ways. On Sunday it scared and disempowered me. But today I fought through and ended up on top. Got everything done despite all of the obstacles in my way. It felt great to finish the day strong, knowing the obstacles that I'd faced. Now time to shower and spend the last night in my bed. I washed my sheets just to make it extra nice and cozy. The cats were a little sketched out this evening when most of the stuff had been moved out of the house, but they have settled in well. I hope the continue to stay relaxed through this time of adjustment. One week from tonight I will be IN HONDURAS!!! Yay! I have been waiting for this for so long!
