Or at least trying to. It seems Monday will be the day that Patrick moves shifts. There are lots of positives to him moving shifts--one being a more normal sleep schedule. How odd it will be actually have my husband in bed with me at night.
We both had a good laugh over the fact that when he moved from second shift to third shift last summer we both didn't want to go to a different shift, dreaded third actually. Now here we are going back to a shift that has always worked well for our family, a change that would have been welcomed with open arms last fall and we are resisting a bit.
I think the toughest part is just readjusting everything. Being a third shifter is just a different experience that you can't understand unless you have lived it.
Changes here just seem to be so much more unsettling with all the unknowns we have. We still don't have a firm move date. The location isn't really set in stone either. *sigh* That really makes any sort of planning of anything--major life decisions, travel--really difficult. Hopefully, after the new year we will have a few more answers.
As the holidays are approaching I am realizing this will be our last Thanksgiving and our last Christmas in our house here. It is where we brought Milo home to after he was born, it is where he spent his first holidays, it is where all his firsts are happening. It is going to be so hard to leave this area.
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That's why we make memories where ever we go--memories that we can keep in our hearts forever. And remember---you are all together. That is what is most important.
--Shirley
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