Time waits for no man (or Mother)

Yes I do have approximately 67 boxes still to be opened and unpacked. And yes, I did just spend the past month and a half moaning ever so slightly about my shipment and its many misadventures and delays. And yes I may have written a few too many posts about how anxious I was to be unpacked and settled into my new home.

Yet I am, at this very moment, sitting with my girlies in South Carolina several hundred miles from my belongings. And that fact is not making me the slightest bit crazy. In fact, it's all good.

My husband didn't make the trip with me...someone's gotta hold down the fort after all (and by hold down the fort I mean go to work everyday). But I have spent the summer (and school year) away from my children and I can only go so long before I need me some face time. Of course when we were making my travel plans husband and I had envisioned our shipment arriving weeks earlier than it actually did which was just two days before I was to leave town. And we imagined that at this point in time all of our furniture would be sitting perfectly in place, all of the pictures would be carefully hung, and all of the linens would be neatly folded on the shelves of our closets while I shopped and talked and enjoyed the sweet smiles of my daughters for a week. The reality is slightly different. Not the sweet part, just the neat part.

We originally chose this week because I have a college sorority reunion to attend next weekend and it's not too far from where my girls live. Combining the trips really did seem like a good idea back in June. And you know what? It is. Because those 67 unpacked boxes will still be there waiting for me when I return home. And the pictures can still be hung and the linens put away... but my girls are growing up and that waits for no one...not even a mother caught mid-move, mid-summer, mid-life.