a completely unrelated picture of Littlest Brother playing with a dog at his Aunt and Uncle's house
The other day Littlest Brother was being impatient about something. I looked at him and told him he had to wait. He looked very seriously back at me and said, "Momma, it's hard to wait."
Yes, my Littlest, it is hard to wait.
I've had some experience with waiting this week. I spent 11 hours this week waiting for a plumber to show up. He was originally scheduled to come on Tuesday around 11am. He showed up around 4. By then our area had gotten some pretty heavy rain and he said it was too wet to fix the problem. So we rescheduled for Wednesday at 10am.
When I hadn't heard anything by noon on Wednesday I called and left a message. At 3:30 I got a call back. He had forgotten to put me on that day's work list. He'd be here in 30 minutes. He got here about 4:30.
It was a quick 30 minute fix and he was on his way and everything at the house was working perfectly again.
11 hours sitting at the house waiting. A 30 minute fix. Patience.
Even bigger than waiting for the plumber, I think I am finally emotionally ready for this move. I have been excited and nervous. Now I just feel ready.
There are still a lot of details floating in the air, but I feel calm.
And now that I am ready, waiting is hard.