Is it Saturday or Sunday? I just don't know anymore! I'm so off schedule and out of routine that I hardly know which way is up. We are busy with 3 graduations, last visitations, securing everything for the house and the trip, and hopefully getting a larger vehicle. This week's schedule is full of last minute details and good byes. I'm not sad yet, but it will come. If I just keep my mind busy with all of the fun in a roadtrip, new city, and new house, I'm ok. If I let my mind wander to the people we're leaving behind it gets awfully emotional. I'm really struggling with final good byes. The last time I went to Cincinnati I wasn't aware that I had said a final goodbye to my Papaw. I hate to think that I'm saying final goodbyes to anyone this time. So... I'm not going to think it and I'm going to enter a slight state of denial. Instead of focusing on the good byes, I'm going to focus on seeing everyone again in a few months. What good does it do to cry and make things miserable? I'm going to think of it as a state of hopeful not a state of denial.

AGW = terrible twos. We're there. Terrible twos are in full force. She is testing everything and everyone. It will be nice to get her back to a routine but then I won't have all of the grandparents around to help me! I'm hoping she won't continue to get worse and that I can find my "Happiest Toddler on the Block" book to help get me on track. This is God teaching me that patience thing again. He must think I'm in a contstant state of the terrible twos or that I'm just a really slow learner! ;)