Thanksgiving

A quick note of Thanksgiving. Today, I am thankful that we do not have to move out of my parent's home like we thought we were going to have to last week. The buyers rescinded their offer, and it looks like we will be able to stay here until at least next spring. I am very thankful that we don't have to box things up and try to find somewhere to live that we can't afford. I am very thankful for wonderful, caring friends and family. I'm thankful for life, and for experience, and for relationships. Lastly, I'm thankful for each moment that I am able to feel love coming from a source divine both for myself and for others. Happy Thanksgiving!

A Sincere Thank You

I just wanted to say thank you for the outpouring of friendship, offers to help, and sympathies. It has moved me to tears today (not that that is hard to do right now :) ). I keep telling myself that this is really not that big of a deal, because it's just a move, and no one's dead, and we'll be okay eventually when we're settled in somewhere for at least a year or so, but it's nice to have validation from sympathetic blogging friends/moms who understand the stress load from relocating in such a short time with small kids and a husband who is necessarily consumed with his career right now. Anyway, thank you, thank you, and thank you again. As soon as we find a place to go on Saturday, we will eventually need help moving some of our heavy furniture around, and Ben and I feel that we expended our Elder's Qourum quota when they helped us move in three weeks ago. So, if there are able and willing volunteers who would be around on a Saturday morning at some point in the near future, we could sure use your help, and would appreciate it very, very, very, very much! Thanks again!
-The Johnsons

A Johnson Update

As I was driving to Logan this morning to finally see my parent's new house, I heard a noise from the back seat and turned just in time to see Daxton spew cocoa pebble vomit all over our car. He then proceeded to spew three more times. I continued driving in silence, breathing in the chocolaty vomit fumes and I thought to myself, "Well, your life has reached an all-time low. What are you going to do now?" I'm pleased to say that although the past few weeks have been some intensly difficult, emotionally and physically draining ones, I'm still here, and I still believe that everything will eventually work out for the better. So, here's our latest update.....We successfully made the move from Florida to my parent's house in Sandy, and Ben started his training in Minneapolis. He has been commuting home on Friday nights to help us move things in on Saturdays, and then flying back to Minneapolis on Sundays to start training again on Mondays. We have had a lot of help from family, which has been nice because the kids and I got extremely sick right after we moved in. After three weeks of getting things settled into the house, yesterday the house sold, and sadly, we have to be out of it by December 15th. We had hoped that things would work out so that we could stay in the Sandy house until Ben got promoted at Mesaba, but it just plain didn't, for a number of different reasons that are too many to go into. Anyway, Saturday Ben flies home again long enough to go looking with me for a new place to live, and then we're packing up again and moving again...........big sigh. So, aside from a great deal of stress, we're really doing fine. Nobody's dead. That's a plus. It's just another pain-in-the-rear move to somewhere not free.