Earlier tonight we were having one of our most successful family movie nights to date. Everyone was happy. We all cuddled together on the couch for the entire movie. Very cute. Made a tired mommy very happy. And, then Autumn asked how long until we moved back home.
Less than six weeks.
What!?
My eyes got teary. Jeff rolled his eyes at my teary eyes.
We put the kids to bed and Jeff headed off to play late night ice hockey. I reminded him that he was going to miss ice hockey when we move back home. But, nothing rattles that man. He's convinced he'll have no problem finding a place to play.
And, then my boss called to tell me that the candidate I put forward to replace me was a winner. They're extending him an offer . . . for my job.
I told him that I fully agreed with the decision. But, expecting a pregnant woman to move to a different rental home (again) in a different country, kind of miss Christmas as we travel, recruit, hire and then train my replacement for a job I love, change jobs and then have a baby . . . it's all kind of indecent. I, unfortunately, have no one to blame but me. At some point a few months back, Jeff and I agreed that this was the right decision for our family.
Since then we've been disappointed with some of the options we've discovered at the National Ability Center in Park City - one of the reasons we felt a move back to Heber was ideal. Go figure that after two years of everything being more expensive in Canada . . . everything to do with recreational therapy and ice hockey is more expensive back in Utah. How is that fair?
So, back to packing . . . back to more transitions . . . back to another home that we don't own . . .
I know that once we are settled back in Utah that I will feel differently. I know that we will have a new little baby to welcome to our family. I hope that my boss was right when he emphasized that they will have an interesting position waiting for me back home.
And, after a while, we may feel like we never left in the first place. Unfortunately, that's one of the parts I'm having the most difficulty with. These 2 1/2 years have been just a little blip in time. I don't want to feel like these years just evaporated.
I get overly sentimental - I always have (hence why I was most upset of the family when we left the magic of Disney World and why I shed a tear at the concert when Darius Rucker sang 'It won't be like this for long'). Jeff says I have a tendency to look backwards all the time with some form of regret somewhere . . . and, he's right. So, imagine my mood as a 7-month pregnant lady. Good times. Good times.
