A real update! I know you're all shocked, but it was bound to happen sooner or later, right? So, where to even start...I guess at my last post I had just gotten my new job. I've been there for 2 months now and I can truly say that I love it! It just fits for me, the people are great the job is interesting and I am very very happy. Bryce is adjusting to daycare. He still has days where he cries and he's afraid I'm not coming to pick him up, but he adores his teacher and he is always pretty excited about the things they do each day. Brianna still loves school and we just got her very first report card. We are so happy and proud of how she is doing in school it is so reassuring to see her thriving here. Bob is still busy at work and comes to visit (or we go back to IL) about every other weekend.
The house still hasn't sold, which stinks. We are closing in on a whole year that it has been on the market. It is frustrating to say the least. I'm just soo soo ready to have my family back together again. In the last month I have really fought the urge to pack the kids up and head back to Illinois. If I didn't love my job so much I probably would have. It is just so hard and I'm tired of seeing the kids sad, I'm tired to trying to keep everything together and trying to be OK. I'm not OK, I miss Bob...I miss our family just being together and I hate saying goodbye more than we say anything else.
BUT, I know this won't last forever (even if it feels like it will) and I am constantly reminded of why we are doing this. Seeing Brianna playing with Kelsey (my cousin and best friend since birth's daughter) doing exactly the same things we did as girls makes my heart happy and makes me certain the decisions we're making are the right ones.
However, if anyone wants to know what they can get me for my birthday...an offer on our house would be the perfect gift! :)
Time for bed...5:30 will come too early in the morning!
(Thanks Grandma for always checking up on us...I'll try to give you something to read more often! Love you!!)
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