We Moved

The past two weeks have been absolutely NUTS.  First Ammon got a plural effusion and was admitted on the same day John flew to Wisconsin for epic training.  He was gone the entire week and Ammon and I spent four days in Primary Children's hospital dealing with chest tubes and pain :(  The day before he was discharged we struck a crazy deal to sell our house.  The appraisal had come back a little lower than we had hoped so we called the whole thing off.  Then the buyers decided to pay half of their closing costs and their realtor took a nice big cut in pay and voila! We had one week to get out :)

While I was in the hospital, my mother, mother-in-law and several FANTASTIC women from our ward took all three girls for me.  I can't tell you how much I love these women and how thankful I was for them.  It was hard being away from the girls when John was out of town and I missed them!  Madelyn ended up getting mostly weened and is now on formula for a month or so :(

Last weekend a bunch of family members came over and helped us move things to storage.  My mother-in-law packed up the kitchen and decorations while my mom helped with the kids and food and we got so.much.done!  Then we had a birthday party for Ammon, but that is another post.

I spent the next week packing up the remainder of the house.  Some women in the ward were coming to help, but I got a head cold and didn't want to get them sick so I canceled.  Plus, really, I'm a stubborn fool and need to pack things MY WAY.  So I wanted to do the packing myself.  Also, I know how busy these women are and they have already done so much for us so I opted to clean it by myself.  On the last day, Carol came and helped me finish up - I was glad :)

Moving is sad.  Especially after living somewhere for almost eight years.  Last night a good neighbor called to say he missed us at church yesterday.  So sweet.  I wanted to cry :)  We had to run scissors back to another neighbor when we left so we said goodbye to them too.  It was all I could do not to turn into a pile of puddly goo on their doorstep.  They probably think I'm so cold, but really, I'm just sad :(  It feels like leaving family - and that stinks.

The thing is there are many, many other families that I didn't say goodbye to because - well, I'm a wimp.  I don't like goodbye's and I would prefer to avoid the whole thing.  I actually feel really good about the move.  We prayed about it and I know it wasn't a mistake, but it still makes me really sad :( I will miss them!  I already do :)

We still have not found a house so in the meantime we are living at my parent's patio home -  we're squishing them out :)  Should be fun!