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Today I took Rosie to the vet and got her shots and tags and paperwork taken care of. She's now a documented boxer mix, which makes me happy and stands to make finding a place in Ohio a lot easier. I got to tell someone who was unfamiliar with the fact that I have kids and whose opinion I didn't need to dread that I was moving for grad school, and I was excited about it -- really happy about the process.
In telling Matt about it on the phone this afternoon, I realized something: I'm happy and excited about pretty much every part of the move except leaving the kids. I mean, good-byes suck and I'm not really happy about that, but through Facebook and LJ and cons and coming home to visit, I'm not going to lose the people hereabouts I care about. The only part of this that is stressing me is the part that involves leaving the kids and the business associated with it. Well, there's a little stress about money and schoolwork and whatnot, but that's not unmanagable. That's not "drop me to my knees" levels of stress, at least not yet. It's just the children.
There are no good ways through this, really. All I can do is do it and whimper A LOT and get through. Next weekend (not this coming) is Mother's Day, and that's going to sting. I'll be spending it with my boys, though, and that's about the best I can ask for.
In telling Matt about it on the phone this afternoon, I realized something: I'm happy and excited about pretty much every part of the move except leaving the kids. I mean, good-byes suck and I'm not really happy about that, but through Facebook and LJ and cons and coming home to visit, I'm not going to lose the people hereabouts I care about. The only part of this that is stressing me is the part that involves leaving the kids and the business associated with it. Well, there's a little stress about money and schoolwork and whatnot, but that's not unmanagable. That's not "drop me to my knees" levels of stress, at least not yet. It's just the children.
There are no good ways through this, really. All I can do is do it and whimper A LOT and get through. Next weekend (not this coming) is Mother's Day, and that's going to sting. I'll be spending it with my boys, though, and that's about the best I can ask for.
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Date: 2010-04-28 01:15 am (UTC)From: