The Plan

Okay, here's the deal. With moving and packing and making mental piles of "CA" "CHICAGO" "STORAGE" (will explain later) I constantly have disconnected thoughts going through my head. I usually announce random ones (such as "I've decided to feed Tessa at takeoff and landing, so her ears will equalize. And I will take 2 cans of formula, in case she decides to eat like a madwoman that day, I'll be prepared." and "Do you need a potato peeler?" "What day do you have the LEAST amount to do this week? We need to visit so and so") to Mitch while he's trying to do something reasonable, like study, or...write a paper. I can't help it. They come when they come. And I feel like a maniac in my head, so...there's a good chance some degree of that is showing through.

Some days I don't do anything at all to prepare for our departure, and some days I obsess over filling boxes with whatever I see, regardless of any thought other than "MUST FILL BOXES". Example: Mitch came home and the clock that was on the wall, was taped up inside a box. "Uhm, why? We look at that every single day. We have closets full of stuff we haven't touched in months!" "Yes, and now I feel more accomplished. I need to put away things we'll miss!"

I suck at sleeping. Mitch needs a total of 30 seconds before I hear the deep breathing that goes on non-stop until morning. I need about 3 hours. And then I only have 3 hours before Tessa wakes up for the day.  (side note: I was always aware that 6am was a regular and GOOD wake up time for a baby ..according to a book I read, but sheesh that is too dang early and when I finally succumbed to letting to her start her day at 6am, her naps became my happy place. It makes me so happy, I must sing it to the world in a post that has nothing to do with Tessa's sleeping habits.)

I will say that with every new box filled and TAPED CLOSED I get happier. But it must be taped closed. It's so final...NOTHING WILL BE USED FROM THIS BOX UNTIL YOU REACH YOUR FINAL DESTINATION. I feel closer to the future already.

Seeing as Mitch and I decided to leave Utah a whole MONTH earlier than originally planned, I'm panicking. And this is the plan: Mitch will go to Chicago stag (meaning: alone, I'm not sure what stag really means)  And Tessa and I will go to CA and stay with my family. When I first brought up the idea to Mitch he said "No way no how. I'll miss everything!" And I'm fairly certain he meant everything in Tessa's life, because my cooking isn't that grand, and I'm like a walking hurricane these days. And it's true that these two (Mitch and Tessa) are connected at the hip. 

After many conversations and number crunching, we decided it would be the best thing in this given sitch. The good news is Tessa and I don't really have much of an agenda these days, so we can go visit for weeks at a time whenever we want. The training that was once a year long, is now only 3 months so there's going to be some serious cramming, another reason we decided CA for the household females. Mitch can cram and cram without also needing to play husband and daddy. And, I would like my family to love Tessa as much as they love Ella. And by love her I mean just know her.

Tess and I will fly to CA a week earlier than Mitch because the best girl in the world is getting married. He'll take his last finals ever and drive up bearing all the gifts girls would need for 3 months, and week 2 in January he'll make his way to the windy city. 

So, in T minus 27 days, we are out!