I'm caught up at work and on top of everything at the house (does anyone else get a good feeling when they pass the Municipal Waste test and all their recycling and garbage gets taken away when it should and not dumped over their driveway?). I'm achieving my goal of letting E relax as much as possible and save as much energy for D-Day (Delivery Day). It feels good to be back to my usual self after a spell of illness, in fact I feel twice as good as usual (kind of like that first "warm" day in the Spring when you put shorts on even though its only 12 degrees out).
However, I'm sitting here drinking a cup of tea waiting for my life to change.
Now, we're used to life changing, E and I have made decisions and taken chances that have led to plenty of change. The thing is, none of those choices involved just waiting for something you know is going to happen...to happen. There has always been a deadline, a closing day, a departure time. In a funny way it reminds me of the build up to School being finished for the Summer, so much to look forward to but you just have to get through the last few days of classes, except they haven't told you when the last day is.
Right now, I'm waiting for "that call". For the last couple of days I've had a surge of adrenaline every time my phone rings and I see it is E on call display. Is this it? I'm sure my in-laws get the same thing when either of us calls them. Fortunately, we've decided any non-labour related communication can be done by email or text while I'm at work. That will probably extend my life a little...
Our anticipation and excitement are building, I feel ready for this to happen despite not having a clue what to do when it does.
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