Did you ever sit down to blog about something, I mean an actual pre-determined topic, and you just drew a big huge blank?
What to say about what I want to say? How to say it without overstating or understating it all. I don’t want to be a whiner, but I also don’t want to be all, “Yay Europe! Let’s move to Europe! Or Asia!”
Because I’d really rather not move to Europe. Or Asia. Especially that big, communist country in Asia. Oh, and South America? Yeah, please not that one either. What I’m saying, really, is that I’d like to stay state-side.
I mean, Europe could be a great experience. To heck with deciding whether to put the kids in the American school or the regular neighborhood school, I’d just home school again and we’d travel all over the continent. Really, what better education could I possibly give my children if that opportunity were to present itself? I might be a little leery of doing that in that big communist country or in South America, however.
Aside from the whole difficulty of learning a new language and managing culture shock in five children and myself (not too worried about the husband, other than the food part of the culture shock – other than that he wouldn’t care), the other big problem an overseas move would present (umm . . . aside from getting me there) would be our animals.
What will we do with our pets if we have to go overseas??????????
I suppose we could board the horses somewhere for a couple of years. But the dogs and cats? I don’t know how easy or difficult it would be to take three dogs and two cats overseas with us. It would kill me to have to get rid of any of them. It would kill my children even more. Then they would kill us in our sleep, and rightly so.
BUT. Why am I worried about it now? Why am I getting nauseous every time I eat already? It could be that nothing will happen. NOTHING. Kind of like that whole possible job in Poland two years ago. Maybe nothing will come of it. It’s just that right now we are 99.9% sure McH is getting a promotion (too many details to blog about while curled up in the fetal position, but there are reasons for us to be 99.9% sure of the promotion thing), and based on our educated guessing by the things we do know, we could be sent freaking anywhere.
And I? Am not enjoying the uncertainty of it all.
This is EXACTLY why I didn’t want him to work for the FBI. All this moving nonsense. Hell, he’s probably just working undercover for the FBI and can’t tell me, so I think we may be going overseas for some large corporation, while unbeknownst to me it is really because he has a secret assignment to kill the president of Paraguay with a spoon.
A week and two days. We should know something in a week and two days. Assuming we don’t spontaneously combust or implode or something before then.
Remember all that adoption waiting? Feeling wound so tight you could snap? Yeah, this is kind of like that.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is going to hide so he doesn’t have to go anywhere.