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Blogging for the second time today.

Yes, it's a minor miracle. I never (usually) blog twice in the same day. I'm feeling verbose today.

This is the week that we find out if Boeing is giving hubby the nod to be rehired. On Friday he was sent to be medically tested to make certain he can withstand the physical rigors of the job. He passed with flying colors of course. Now we wait....and wait....and wait.

Hubby and I were talking the other night and he said that he thought he should be ecstatic but he still felt overwhelmed because we have so many decisions to make in the coming weeks. Move, not move. Stay or go. Sell, not sell. I'm with him on the feelings. It looks like all four children are lobbying for the move. Hubby is leaning in that direction as well.

I love the boys that I care for during the day. I don't want to leave them. Their dad is shipping out back to Iraq in June and I don't want to leave their mom without someone the children are close to and love. These two little boys are a part of our family. They're like my own babies. So I am conflicted on many fronts.

If we stay here, then we stay here for good. I don't want to move the kids, Chris especially after he's started highschool. He starts this fall. If we move, then we move this summer.

In other news of a better nature, it's Girl Scout cookie time! Yay! Shortbread cookies are my downfall. I...must....resist.

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  1. that same flu has been going around here rather viciously. hope you are all feeling better. the house is cute! can you blame him for wanting to be back near the water? as far as the boys you watch, i understand the pull there. i hope you and your husband feel less overwhelmed as time goes by. good thing you have one another to lean on.

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  2. Anna, you're sweet. No, I can't blame him for wanting to go back and the house, while cute, is simply claustophobic to me as the ceilings are so low. I don't do well in small, enclosed spaces. We're still considing every angle to this whole thing while we wait to hear from Boeing. Tick tock...tick tock. Waiting is icky.

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  3. you know, the more we have in common in the mental dept, the better i feel. i don't do well in enclosed spaces either. how are those breathing exercises working for you? i've been, in comparison to the past weeks, much better in the anxiety dept.
    please take care. let's hear it for high ceilings!

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  4. I've also found that crowds are starting to stress me out as well. Weird, eh? Yet I can stand in front of a group of hundreds of people and talk without one bit of anxiety.

    The mind is a strange thing. And yes, high ceilings are wonderful!

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