Moving...Again

The movers have been scheduled. The packers will be here on Wednesday, May 20th and the moving truck will be here on the 21st. Am I ready? Of course not. I keep finding laundry to wash. I have finally found out where all of the boys socks were hiding...underneath every piece of furniture in the house. I'm wondering what else I will find when I finally get to the bottom of closets.

Chris can not get home soon enough. I think the boys have hit their limit of Mama. Most of the time has been OK, although there have been some moments when I called Chris, ready to scream. I'm sure I did scream a time or two. I have a new found respect for single mothers, although I already admired how they managed to run an entire household and work at the same time. I can not even begin to imagine how military spouses handle the year to year and a half long separation so well. I know they do it because that is what they have to do. Chris was just gone for a month and I practically fell apart. I am a weenie.

Tonight has been one of the rougher nights. I guess it didn't help that they stayed up late last night watching a movie. That led to a long afternoon nap for all of us this afternoon. I could not get Ryan and Joshua to settle down for the longest. They were up and down more than a jack-in-the-box on a performance enhancing substance, I swear. Ryan finally told me he had a bad dream so I let him lay on my bed for a while. I am still trying to figure out how he had a nightmare when I don't think he ever fell asleep. His being out of the room for a few minutes did give Joshua time to settle and fall asleep. Ryan was ready to go to sleep when I took him back to bed.

I have seen Zachary more than usual tonight. I expect a nightly visit from him. His covers, all 5 of them, have to be in the correct order and on the bed completely or he cannot sleep. He will wake up if even 1 has fallen off the bed or gone off kilter. Tonight I have seen him because his brothers were up, he had a nightmare, he needed shorts instead of pants and then he needed a new shirt. He told me he was sweaty. Of course, silly boy. With 5 covers on top of you, you will get hot and sweat. I did get him to take one set of covers off and put them next to him on the bed. I guess he feels best when he is snuggled under his blankets, head covered, sweating. It must be a sensory or Asperger's thing.

Well, the sign on my blog post page tells me that there is going to be a scheduled outage at 2 am, which is 14 minutes away. I will post again about Mother's Day and the lovely (and not so lovely) things my boys did for me today.