OH. MY. WORD.
I could die right now without looking at cardboard, or tape, or a sharpie ever again and be a happy woman. Yes, seeing those items in the near future would not be a good thing.
Because they may make me start to twitch.
I cannot tell you the agonizing I have done over the past 24 hours about what to put in the airplane cases, and what to send on the container. The container that I will see neither hide nor hair of for over two months. Think of the implications, people!!
Why all the drama? Well, turns out things are not what we had originally planned. The Lord has lead us (*cough*through just the sheer physical impossibility of the original plan*cough*) in another direction. And I have been none too calm about it.
Thank the Lord for good friends with solid thought processes (Wendy) that talk you down from the edge, take the spoon away, and hide the ice cream from you. And the chips and salsa. Because a Mom who has had less than 10 hours of sleep over two days cannot be making big decisions all hopped up on salt and sugar.
You can't buy that kind of loyalty, people.
Because without the Prince here, I felt a little unsure, doubtful, scared if you will, that I would make the wrong decision. And that our whole first few weeks (months) in South Africa would be ruined. And our kids would hate the mission field, all because I packed things the wrong way.
Don't roll your eyes. It could happen.
Anyway, I did finally take a deep breath and decide that some of it could wait until tomorrow. So I have decided I will write this post, put on my jammies, snuggle my Cinderella (who is still awake now at 12:32 AM) and then fall blissfully unconscious.
Until we start this circus again tomorrow.
With the VAN! PACKING!
Oh, I beg for your prayers my friends, so my head doesn't explode.
Because I just don't have it in me to clean another mess.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
OH. MY. WORD.