I've succumbed

Thanks to Moriah and a few others who have pressured me to start this public record of our everday happenings, we now have a blog. The layout will change, but I have lots to learn and not a ton of free time for blog-learning, so you may have to look at this boring layout for a while.

I have been on a quest for normalcy for several years now, and my husband finally sat me down a few weeks ago and set me straight. (That man is so wise.) He told me that I spend my life trying to figure out how to get things back to normal instead of embracing whatever the Lord sends. I'm a firstborn. I like my days to be structured and productive. Order is good, right? Instead of seeking joy and being thankful in everything I've been frustrated by lack of control. You would think that having three babies in three years would cure me of that, but it really hasn't been until our latest adventures that I've made baby steps in redefining normal.

So, before the birth of baby #3 in November I decided the only thing that would keep me from going crazy was to have a VERY CALM LIFE after he arrived. Well, here's the new norm: A week after the birth we found ourselves in the hospital for several days. (Baby T is fine now.) Three weeks after that my husband got laid off from his job. We spent three weeks with his family over Christmas (not in my house, my beloved bed, etc. but it was very restful and his mother took good care of us), he interviewed for a new job less than two weeks ago and after nine days of frenzied packing we have moved all our earthly possessions and our little family. We are living in his sister's basement until we find a place. My husband and 3 year-old are very sick with the flu (between the two of them they threw up four or five times in the moving van on the way here) and I directed the unloading of the moving van into my sister-in-law's garage while my poor husband found himself unable to get out of bed. If order and control were necessary for my sanity I would be in big trouble by now. Oh, and baby T has a severe sensitivity to all things dairy so icecream can not be my comfort in these troubled times, although there is always Soy Dream. And yet life is good, and I am happy. Weird, huh?