Transition time.

  Well. Monday will be a week since my mom left back to Arizona.  It would be a lie to say it doesn't hurt that she is gone.  But, I keep reminding myself daily this move was for a good reason.  Both for CJ and I to grow as a married couple, and to try something new in life.  The first two days were the hardest.  Side note...we had followed my mom to North Platte (3 hours West of here) to go to a very nice train museum.  Anyways, we left and I was bawling.  I am SO SO SO  close to my parents, and I wouldn't change a thing.  It was so hard to say good bye to Mom.  *tearing up as I type this.*  I had just relaxed, when we passed by a truck carrying baby pigs.

 Me: "Aww! Look at the baby pigs, CJ! Aren't they cute?! How exciting.....*silence, starts to bawl* Oh my goodness! They are off to get killed aren't they?!" 

CJ: "It's ok! Honey you had bacon for breakfast..." 

Me: "Shut up! Just let me cry ok?!"

Not my strongest moment in life I shall add.

 Anyways, back on track.  Like I said, the first few days were the hardest.  It just felt strange without my mom walking around the house, or us laughing at our stupid jokes.  I would talk to her on the phone, hang up, and just start crying.  By the 3rd day, I had enough of the tears.  CJ went back to work, and I just drove around town.  While driving around town, I just kept thinking...This is where we need to be right now.  Who knows where we will end up in 5-10 years, but for now. This is exactly where we need to be.  

I don't start my first subbing job till Wednesday, but in the mean time, I have been making cards, sewing, and just learning about myself.  That will be for another blog, at a different time.  What I can tell you...I do not make a very good stay-at-home housewife.  Ugh.  I get bored SO dang easily.  Yes, my hobbies have picked up, but my attention span is not the greatest.  Maybe when I decide to become a mom, THEN I will be a good housewife, but until then, I feel the need to work. That is just in my blood, and who I am! :)

Tomorrow is my Dad's 60th birthday, which marks the first birthday I will miss of the family.  It hurts that I can't be there to celebrate.  When I was talking to him tonight, I could hear in the tone of his voice he was down I wouldn't be there tomorrow. But I will call him a lot tomorrow and remind him of:

1) How old he is.

2) How old he is.

3) How much I love and miss him.

This moving transition has not been the easiest, but I know over time it will get better and better. :)