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.