One hair at a time

Lets look back one year ago, shall we? I believe we had just moved up here to Park City-so excited for new opportunities and a new start. Fast foward to today. Packing up the house, yet again, preparing for another move. It has just been a roller coaster the past few months and once again, change comes a knocking at my door. I cursed myself the day I said I cant handle change. Here is a piece of advice: never say you cant handle ANYTHING, because you will be tested to the fullest extent. I wasnt too sure about moving here to Utah in the first place. This was something Bill and I both prayed about day after day and hour after hour. Leaving both of our families behind was not something we wanted to do, but we both got a clear answer and so on our way we went. I will be honest-I have pretty much hated every second of it. Park City is such a beautiful place, but its not home. This winter was the worst winter they have had in over 15 years, and I felt every day of it. I dont do well without sunshine and being cooped up in a house. This was a very hard winter. I think after a year here, I have finally come to terms with the fact that this isnt home, but this is where we are supposed to be. Why? I still have yet to figure that out, but I have faith that things will fall into place when they are supposed to. I think this has been such a learning and growing year for me. Ive had to do a lot of growing up, especially these last few months, and its been really, really hard.

So, once again, we are moving, changing jobs, and moving in a much different direction than what we thought we would at this point. Change isnt bad, its just change and I really HATE change. So at the end of the month, we are moving out to Lehi. Im excited, but nervous. After a year, I have finally started to get to know people here, and just starting to feel comfortable with the ward and now I get to do it all over again. It will be good because there will be more kids and moms my age-so maybe I will make some friends as well as my kids. We are actually moving pretty close to Bills brother Scott, so that will be fun to be close to family. The house is quite a bit smaller, but its cute and its on FLAT ground. Im sooo excited about that-and to have walls instead of logs. Thats a good thing!!

So trying to pack is a whole other issue. Having ALL the kids home and trying to do this all myself has been crazy. Bill has been so busy and absolutly no help, so I get to do it. Good times. My poor neglected kids. I thought I was so on top of things. I had a schedule of packing that I started last week and it started off something like this:

9-11:30: Start packing project

11:30-2:00 Lunch and hang out with kids

2:00 Put Avery down for nap

2:15-5 Start new project or finish morning project

5-9 Dinner, hang with kids, bath, bed

9-10 finish loose ends

10-11 VEG!!!

11:00 CRASH

Sounds good right? Heres how it really went

-Didnt get out of bed until 9 (or sometime after, but whose counting)

-Breakfast, deal with cranky baby who decided to start taking only one nap a day.

11:30 Start project

12:00 lunch for kids, put Avery down for nap and go back to the project

1:00 Deal with bored kids who are fighting every second.

1:30 back to project

3:00 Get Avery and feed her snack. Feed all the other beggers who are ALWAYS hungry.

3:45 Back to project

5:00 Dinner, clean up dinner and the tornado that hit my house while they had no parental supervision.

7:30-9 Finally pay attention to kids, bath, bed

9:00 Have no interest in tying up any loose ends-so I hang out with the hubby until I cant stand watching any more deadliest catch, monster quest, gangland, history junk, sports center, ghost hunters...you get the picture, and fall into bed.

So, I guess I proved my point that having a schedule does nothing but frustrate you because nothing EVER goes according to plan. I guess I forgot to take into account that I had kids and they never let you do anything that doesnt invlove them. Im trying to organize and de-junk as I pack and its just taking way too long. I have a laundry pile a mile high and Im pretty sure that my house wont be cleaned until its empty. Im already so behind schedule, that its going to come down to throwing the whole house into boxes-garbage and all.

Oh yea, and Bill is in Tonga for a whole week. Lucky guy.

So if I sound a little crazy, its because I am litterally losing my mind, and my hair-in large clumps. And that diet I started went out the window after two weeks. I did lose about 9 pounds, but im sure with all the gallons of Diet Coke ive been drinking its probably back x's 2.

So, im off to bed so I can get up early (around 9-ish) and start the big day of packing up all the toys. YEA FOR ME!!!