It's a nice Saturday afternoon here. Not a single cloud in this bright blue sky and a crisp 72 degrees. Harrison is napping, Lainey is watching a Barbie movie, Lindsey is on her computer in her room, Sam is off to his first "footie" game with Rob (new friends) and because of this invite is hanging out in the BHP corporate suite at the stadium in Fremantle. And I'm chatting here with you.
I asked myself if it was a good idea to sit down and type this post because I've actually already cried a couple of times today. I sometimes get emotional at the end of the post, but I don't usually start off too terribly bad. Today is a bit backwards. We got word on our house that the appraisal came in much lower than the negotiated price and because the people buying our home are using FHA, our worst nightmare about botched appraisals is coming true. I think the words to our realtor, Sam and my parents were GUT-PUNCHED. It's very difficult to "give your house away." I'm fearful of the market, that it won't turn around in the next year, and in fact, it may be worse. We can't rent it - too difficult to be a landlord that lives on the other side of the world and couldn't get enough in rent to cover the costs having someone manage it for us. So we take that deep breath in and just go forward.
I posted on Facebook and many of you took a moment from your day to encourage me with scripture, prayer, thoughts and kind words. I love you for that. Thank you.
Monday the container is coming!!! To get away from the thoughts in my head today, we went to Ikea and picked up a few inexpensive storage items for our closets because the closet in our (purple) Master bedroom is very small. I'm going to have to get creative on how to make it all fit. The kids were behaved today - they must have known I needed good behavior out of them. With items bought,we were able to fit it all in the car - including me. LOL! I have to say, the car ride home, uncomfortable as it was, got a good chuckle out of Sam and I both (and probably all those standing on the loading dock watching us trying to get it all in - just that no one was bold enough to laugh out loud). It's always nice when you catch that needed emotional break from all the things that are horribly wrong at the moment.
But I guess that's it isn't it? It's just a moment, just a day, just another few weeks until we close on the house and put this behind us. And then the pangs of guilt. I am not fighting a battle with cancer, like my friend Karen is, I am not homeless, don't feel forgotten by this world and I am healthy with 3 extremly loving and beautiful children. I have a strong loving husband at my side. And hey, let's face it, I can cook pretty darn well and I have FOOD in the pantry to cook...we are not starving. So there's my silver lining isn't it? God is good. Stay focused. Love each other. Make the best of each day. Live the adventure. Pay it forward.
(Oh yeah...and stop crying!)
Love you all,
Wendy
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