My husband will be having some more surgery. This is a good thing. My mother in law will be moving back to California. Also a good thing, even though I feel like a failure for not making Texas enticing enough to stay. Rick's nephew is getting married and I booked our hotel room today. Good and bad. Good that we are getting a little out-of-town getaway... bad that it's not 'till June. I'm ready to roll now.
One week after the wedding, Rick and I are supposed to go to Washington DC again, to speak on Capitol Hill. A good thing, yes. I liked going there three years ago, but not enough to want to return. We are returning, though. And this is a good thing. I'm in the mood to travel (after having booked the hotel room for the wedding... hey, sometimes that's all it takes) so I'm okay with traveling to DC again. This time I'll also get to visit with some family and a former roommate. Former roommate works in the Pentagon and has promised us a tour. This is a good thing.
So, I'm in a good place right now. Many more good things than bad are swirling around my head ... and yet, I'm in a funk. I can't shake the fact that my mother in law doesn't want to stay in Texas. She so wants to move back to California ... even though we worked so hard to convince her to leave. Sigh. From the frying pan into the fire.
I looked at a home to buy over the weekend and it wasn't the right one for us. Not at all. But it fueled Rick's fire to push on and keep looking for another home for us. I don't want to move, though. I somehow want to remain in my current house. And that's good. Very, very good.
Maybe things are just moving too quickly for my taste right now.
Maybe I need a pizza.
Yet, pizzas take too long to bake and Domino's doesn't deliver for like 30 minutes. Not quick enough.
So, maybe some things don't move quick enough after all.
Maybe my mother in law can move in to Domino's and speed things up a little.