My house is cleaner than it has been in months (don't worry mount laundry still exists), I have made granola, bread and a huge pot of spaghetti sauce and I am sewing like mad. I have plans to bake a pie , sew some more and maybe even clean the fridge.
I am a week (almost two) behind schedule in my sewing class so I am hoping this nesting and my general goal oriented personality will help me get it all done. This has been the longest ten months of my life and we are almost there; I feel a bit like the little engine. I think I can, I think I can!
The end of this isn't really an end so much as a beginning. The Man has been gone so long and has missed so much that instead of getting back to life as usual, we will be creating a new, hopefully better than ever, normal. There is so much catching up to do and so much of our new selves to share with each other. One thing is certain this whole military family thing is never boring.
|Little boys, almost a year ago.|