Six months seems so short and so long at the same time. When I think about what I was doing six months ago, it doesn’t actually seem that far away. Of course, Jason and I have not spent months apart since we met. I really wanted to dedicate an entire post about how I felt about leaving him for that long, but I just cant do it yet. He had bedtime cuddles with the kids tonight while I finished packing, there was a moment when I walked by and overheard just a few words and my heart just sank. Ugh.

Packing sucked. The two suitcases we were going to take turned into three, two of which are dangerously close to their weight limit, and all of them are completely stuffed to the brim. I’m trying hard to ignore the fact that one of them already appears to have a damaged zipper… please just get me to my apartment. It feels weird to cut our wardrobes down so small for half a year, All packed up and yet articles of clothes keep popping into my mind. Fine, no, I don’t need a collared shirt, when do I wear those anyways? One bathing suit is fine. Yes, I could probably use more socks, but I’ll just wash and wear the few pairs we each have until they have holes. And why the hell do I own like eight times more bras than I do jeans? Pick your favourites. Ok, cut that pile in half. Ugh, fine, cut it in half again. I spent more than a few minutes trying to hunt down my favourite, most comfortable sports bra I had fully intended to wear on the flight, with no such luck. Did I already pack it? Do I have ZERO sports bras? Stop thinking about BRAS! I refuse to open those suitcases one more time, enough is enough.

The Journey from my home to our new apartment is going to suck. It’s going to start with saying goodbye to Jason, bummer. Then after the nightmare that is taking two kids and a bazillions pounds of carry ons through security, we sit and wait for two hours. Then I spend many hours trying to get my kids to sleep on the plane, fully regretting letting them stay up late and making them get up early because as tired as they are, they don’t sleep, they just get more evil. Then we land in Amsterdam at 8:30am local time, 12:30am Calgary time. Then 4 hours with evil, tired kids until we board our next plane. The rest will likely be a grumpy, disorienting blurr that ends with the kids fighting and yelling while our new landlord tries to give us an orientation of our new home. I’m pretty optimistic, hey? Come on, at least I can be prepared. If it goes better than that, it’s a pleasant surprise, if it doesn’t, thats ok, that’s what I was expecting, I just hope the new landlord doesn’t judge my kids too harshly on the monsters they will turn into and eventually gets to meet the awesome, super friendly kids they are.

Today was the last day of school. One of the many things I did not get done was a goodbye present for the teachers, we always give a year end gift and I’m a huge fan of group gifts from the class, but that wont be happening this year. I’ve come to learn that people have wildly differing opinions on the value of teachers, from “Overpaid babysitters” to “The single most important influence on the next generation”. I’ve always leaned more towards the latter and never considered myself having a view far on one end of the spectrum until my kids went into school and I heard from other parents. Maybe my kids have gotten lucky with such amazing teachers, maybe I was strongly influenced by my own teachers as a child, I don’t know where my feelings come from, but they are there, I believe in Alberta teachers are undervalued, under appreciated and overworked. Regardless, I wanted to let them know I appreciated their work this year and I let it slip, I regret it already. I really hope that the teachers in France are just as awesome. I really hope school registration goes ok, and i REALLY hope that my worst case scenario of home schooling the kids for 5 months doesn’t become a reality. I mean, we were told our kids could register on long stay visas, but what if we get there and everything goes down the pooper?

I seem to have lost my ability to think positive for the night… better go take comfort from my husband for the last time in many months….