I'm not very good at waiting. I never have been. I'm sort of the queen of impulse decisions, which is not a good thing. Although sometimes it makes for some good excitement...
One week from tomorrow Russell will fly to Tempe, Arizona for a job interview. For real. Like, if he gets a job we're moving. To Arizona.
Like I said, I'm not good at waiting. I can stay here, or I can move there, but I'm ready to know. Knowing makes me happy. I feel like I can plan, hope and take action toward something, but this "not knowing" is hard for me.
I can say that I feel completely at peace with this whole thing. I don't know what's going to happen, but I know that whatever it is, it'll be fine.
So I wait.
On another note, should I be concerned that my five year old son spent like an hour making play-doh clothes for Barbie? Good ones, no less, albeit "a little" immodest. He informed me that "Barbie always wears short dresses." Thanks for that, Mattel.