Wild Duck Chase

I know I know. 
I don't write, I never call. 
I'm not trying to break up with blogging just yet, it's just.....it's not you, blog, it's me.
It's my unfortunate inability to be doing more than 5 things at once.  You're not the only thing I've abandoned, blog.  Tons of stuff has fallen by the wayside, just ask my sewing project languishing downstairs in a perpetual limbo.  Doomed. 
Our little family is going through one of those spots you come by in life that I sort of love (exciting, busy, full of new things) and sort of hate (stressful, busy, full of new things).  We have a lot up in the air.  But for those who keep mentioning this blog and then going "ahem...." (which hey it's nice to know someone likes to stop by) here's a rundown of what's keeping me from what I'd rather be doing; typing random thoughts out while drinking coffee and neglecting the laundry. 

- Little Miss and I just returned from a whirlwind trip to Florida, where we ran around like rats trying to find a hole to hide in before a storm, looking for a place to live.  On short-term lease.  With two large dogs. And a budget.  Ha.  I think we found something, but it's still tenuous whether we will get it or not. 

- We still have no one to rent our house when we go, which is a little disconcerting.  Paying for TWO places to live in will severely cut into my chocolate budget.

- We are considering finding a new home for one of our dogs.  That is a long and complicated story, which I swear has nothing to do with the fact that I was cleaning vomit-kibble out of the rug yesterday.

- My grandparents are in bad shape.  A recent incident has had them both in a hospital setting in the last week. The future is unresolved, but looks like a rough road either way.  I am agonizing over not being there.  Why doesn't everyone I love follow me around and live next-door?  WHY? Do I smell funny.  Could be.

- Little One, at the tail end of another fever, is starting preschool soon.  HOLY COW.  Getting all the papers and stuff in order is nothing compared to the mess my head is in, trying to wrap itself around the idea that my baby is big enough for school.

- Little One's doctors also have a new concern about Her health (She doesn't like us to get bored). We have more tests (if only they were shoes instead.  We never have enough shoes, always too many tests) coming up this month and I am trying so. hard. not to freak out until we know for sure what's going on. Unfortunately, me trying not to worry is like that dog trick where you put a treat on their nose and tell them to "leave it". 

- We have either been out of town or had someone staying with us for the last month and a half. A good thing, seriously, but the pile of laundry to be folded has become large enough for its own time zone.

- The Navy has been messing with us a little.  J was supposed to be spending this next month in a tropical medicine course, ending with a charity trip to Honduras. Pretty awesome! Except the day before he was supposed to start, Navy discovered that the hospital didn't have enough trauma surgery residents to cover all the patients.  So they thought, hmm.  Who is smart enough to pretend to be a surgeon when they're not?  J! And just like that- no class, no trip.  He's now on trauma surgery, and we have no idea what his schedule will be like, or even exactly when they will let him out to make our move.

- We had originally planned for Miss and I to meet him in Honduras after his mission was up, and travel around a bit.   That's off now, of course, so we are considering whether we can do a trip of some other sort or not. 

- Because of the Navy being a little wishywashy, along with unknowns about when we can rent out our place, when we can get into a new place, and considering preschool start dates and such, we're still figuring out when to schedule the move and how/when to get all of us and our stuff down there. 

- Life is just busy, Peanuts, isn't it? Even when other stuff is going on, all the life stuff keeps at you.  It's all, "what do you think I'm going to sit around and wait for you to sort yourself out? I'm Life! I go on.  It's my trademark.  If fact while we've had this conversation, I've seen to it that the dishwasher is full, your daughter is eating a rubber band, your oil needs to be changed, the phone is ringing, and you are late for Spanish Class.  Ha!"

- And a partridge in a pear tree.

So.  Plenty of these are good things, or will be.  The rest will sort themselves out in the next few weeks I think.  But we are pretty busy and a bit crazed getting all our ducks in a row.  I mean Peanuts. Seriously, have you ever tried to get ducks into a row???  They do not cooperate.  Ours have sort of run amok, it seems.  But we'll round them up eventually, more or less. And in the meantime I'm just happy that in the scheme of things, these are what I have to worry about. 
We've got a lot of ducks.  But they're mostly docile, so far.