Enjoy Life- Check.

Today I started to feel actually ill from all the worry.
We still haven't rented out our house.
The movers are coming days before the Navy will allow us to leave.
There are medical appointments cancelled because we were in Texas that I can't get rescheduled.
A landslide of "goodbye" lunch dates and playdates and meeting-ups that we missed, I can't find time to fit back in.
The list of things that *has* to get done is impossible, Peanuts.  Im. Possible.
We planned our drive to Florida, conveniently forgetting that we will have TWO DOGS with us.  That changes a few things.
My grandaddy is in the hospital.
I'm starting to get sad about leaving.

This morning I was pouring over the calendar, with my phone in hand entertaining us all with the hold music we'd been listening to for nearly an hour, trying to fit events into little boxes that are already full.  I was worrying because it was almost 10am and I needed to be sorting through the mountain of Stuff in the basement that was supposed to be yard-saled last weekend, and now should be yard-saled tomorrow, and the laundry timer went off.  And the baby started fussing.
I started to get Worry Poisoning.  My stomach churned.  And the baby kept fussing.
So I went and picked Her up, 27 things on my mind, and She grinned at me.
A great big, watery giggly baby grin.  Just for me.  That grin, Peanuts, it whacked me upside the face! Ka-blam! It whacked me like a cute, drooling ton of bricks and it said, "snap out of it missy!"
And so.
I hung up the phone. I decided that we can wear wrinkled clothes.  I decided that goodwill can come pick up our "yard sale" in the morning.  I decided that if we don't see everyone before we go, we will skype them. I decided that there are dentists and hair salons and stores and things like that in Florida.  I decided that if our house is a mess, we can survive it until the movers pack up the mess next week. I decided that we can order pizza for dinner. I decided that things will work themselves out.
And I sat in the rocking chair with my babies and read stories, and cuddled and chatted about whatever came up, and then just rocked awhile, and then read some more stories.
Life happens.  It gets busy, it gets stressful.  In this Navy family, big changes like this are going to be part of the terrain.  I have no idea how we'll get through the next two weeks, but- we will.  And what I do know is that as life is going on, time is going on.  While I worry and plan and do chores and keep appointments, my babies are getting bigger.  They want my attention and my time so much right now.
And sometimes I feel like I don't have enough to share with them, but I have to remember that one day they won't want my time and attention so much anymore.  One day, I will want so much to be able to sit and hold them, rock them and kiss them.  And they will be too big. Too busy worrying, about other things. So I guess the laundry can just wait until those days to be wrinkle-free.
 So far today, nothing has been technically accomplished.  But yet, I feel better.  I turns out stopping and just being present is the perfect antidote to Worry Poisoning.  And although I didn't check anything off that big list, I did get to enjoy some precious moments that almost slipped away forever.  And my children got a message; that They are the top priority, no matter what.  That I value their time and attention as much as they do mine.
There's still a lot to do, and after spending an entire morning in a rocking chair, even more of it will never get done.  But that's just the point, I think. With so much to do,  I have to do the really important stuff first.