I wish I could say that our set moving day is approaching quickly. I say that not because I am excited to leave lovely little Loveland, but because I am a controlling planner. As of today Sunday, July 10, I have no plan and absolutely no control. My mother-in-law has been diligently requesting a departure date, she’s a planner too.
I wish that I could sign a contract with a Core Knowledge school and that I could be teaching 7 or 8th grade history as that’s what I taught last year and it would be great to pull out materials and tweak here and there without the requirement of starting completely from scratch.
I wish multiple sets of lovely families would make offers on our house. While I am wishing, let’s throw in a cash offer of our asking price. I bought 707 just over three years ago and I want to leave it in loving, appreciating hands; Hands with no desire to repaint my walls or put nasty carpet over the original hardwood floors that my dad and I worked so diligently to refinish.
I wish Adam, Mickey, and I could be planning our second of many road trips to Madison. On this second road trip we would meet with our brilliant realtor, fall in love with the single family, fenced yard, two-stall garage, 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, open floor plan, plenty of storage, small yard, no HOA fee, beautifully treed, 5 minutes from my Core Knowledge 8th grade classroom, close to the bus route for Adam, move-in ready, flawless home. Accordingly, new teacher in-service would start August 13 meaning my mother and father-in-law, my mom and dad, their dogs Toby and Sadie, Adam, Mickey and I would load up the U-haul on August 1st and caravan to Madison Wisconsin. This would give us up to twelve days to drive the 16 hours, unpack, tour Madison with our families, and say goodbyes.
I wish that I could sign a contract with a Core Knowledge school and that I could be teaching 7 or 8th grade history as that’s what I taught last year and it would be great to pull out materials and tweak here and there without the requirement of starting completely from scratch.
I wish multiple sets of lovely families would make offers on our house. While I am wishing, let’s throw in a cash offer of our asking price. I bought 707 just over three years ago and I want to leave it in loving, appreciating hands; Hands with no desire to repaint my walls or put nasty carpet over the original hardwood floors that my dad and I worked so diligently to refinish.
I wish Adam, Mickey, and I could be planning our second of many road trips to Madison. On this second road trip we would meet with our brilliant realtor, fall in love with the single family, fenced yard, two-stall garage, 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, open floor plan, plenty of storage, small yard, no HOA fee, beautifully treed, 5 minutes from my Core Knowledge 8th grade classroom, close to the bus route for Adam, move-in ready, flawless home. Accordingly, new teacher in-service would start August 13 meaning my mother and father-in-law, my mom and dad, their dogs Toby and Sadie, Adam, Mickey and I would load up the U-haul on August 1st and caravan to Madison Wisconsin. This would give us up to twelve days to drive the 16 hours, unpack, tour Madison with our families, and say goodbyes.
Other than winning the mega-millions, this is the best-case scenario my narrow human brain has proposed. For months now, Adam and I have been praying for God to work out this option. Delusion, fantasy, or potential reality, it’s approaching quickly and almost hourly now I find myself pushing panic out of my perfect scenario. The idea that the Lord might hold a better plan makes my head spin. Alternatively, I am bothered twofold by the possibility of my scenario crumbling, of working at Taco Bell while we struggle to rent a studio apartment. One, I cannot decide if Taco Bell or subbing is my worst fear. Two, I should be excited by the possibility of strengthening my faith, but my head will not allow me to synonymously equate excitement with subbing and studio apartments. While I know our faith and our marriage will come out stronger on the other side, my heart and my pride hurt with the possibility of not being in the classroom and stepping back to my college days of tiny furniture cluttering my musty, non-air-conditioned, 300 square foot studio apartment. This time around I would be sharing it with my neat-freak husband and clumsy 55 pound Pit Bull.
Adam’s start date is officially August 27, in sixty-eight days. In less than 68 days we will need a new plan if human scenario #1 does not pan out. Please pray that on Monday, August 27, 2012, I will be able to blog about our Heavenly Father’s faithfulness in the Kluck household, and that I will write that blog with genuine excitement and gratitude.
Praying for you guys on a daily basis, I know how scary the unknown is but things always manage to fall through at the last minute for you guys. =)
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to read any upcoming news in the next few weeks and if anything else, I'm always just a phone call away for a good venting session.