Have you ever experienced one of those times in your life when things are so busy and so complicated that you feel like each day is whooshing by without leaving a lasting impression?
This is my life right now. Between making the arrangements to move to another country, I'm trying to manage a busy company, homeschool my kids and run a household.
Things are falling through the cracks.
For instance, we've missed two of my son's guitar lessons since we switched days. Guitar is Dylan's passion. He plays constantly. He lives for that weekly lesson and I've porked it two weeks in a row. My recent lack of home organization is incredibly disturbing. More often than not, the kids and I are flying out of the house, shoes in hand with mere minutes before we are supposed to be someplace. I've become a desperate housewife. My calendar is jammed and the whole system I used to employ in the years when I had a 9-5 existence is nowhere to be found. I think I'm going to have to bring out the big guns again.
I'm going to have to resurrect THE PLANNER.
I am keenly aware that before leaving for New Zealand, the entire family needs everything like prescriptions, eye appointments and dentist visits sorted. My husband and I have to time things correctly so that we sell our vehicle and anything that you plug in before we leave but not so early that we are inconvenienced. We've got to secure affordable temporary housing and a property management company for our two houses which continue to be albatrosses around our necks.
My business partner and I have taken on three new projects, all of which are mammoth in their workload. It's all good, though. I am so, so grateful. I just wish that my personal life was less stressful. Throw in a couple of serious tornado events and you'll understand why my anxiety levels have reached new heights.
In October, after visiting my family in Canada for a week, we will be flying to Hawaii for ten days before making our way to New Zealand. Lately, I taken to daydreaming about myself on that beach, cocktail in hand, sand between my toes and the sound of the surf roaring in my ears.
It has become my happy place.
I go there. A lot.
