What's love got to do with it?

So your husband comes home and has something "important" to tell you. Since I've been watching General Hospital since I was in the womb, I know this could mean anything from, "Honey, I'm being framed for murder," to "Honey, I was born a girl," to "Honey, I'm really your half-brother," to "Honey, something-big-is-going-on-with-my-job-and-we-either-have-to-move-or-we're-going-to-be-living-in-a-box-under-a-bridge." Fortunately, we don't need a lawyer or a genetic counselor. Just a moving company. Telling friends and family was hard. I've had the same job for 18 years and now I have to leave and say goodbye to everyone. My friends tell me I'm crazy or I'm a "good" wife for moving for my husband's job. You must really love him. Have I been faking it up until now? What's love got to do with it anyway? Yesterday, my peeps had a great brunch for me at Colonial Tymes. I was honored and touched and spoiled with a Tiffany bracelet. (And a bath basin filled with nursing goodies---thanks K-Lo.) In the midst of it all was my friend Tracy. Time may go by quickly and I may not be the friend I should be, but no matter how much time goes by, she is always someone that knows just the right thing to say. She went home and composed an email on moving tips, complete with names and phone numbers of movers. She immediately recognized my paralysis as no one else could. Paralyzed with fear, I just needed a good kick in the butt. Thanks T...Mayflower is coming to give me an estimate tomorrow. She introduced me to her blog and I realized it's just what I need to get me through this absolutely insane adventure called, "Laura & Craig uproot their entire family and move to the Snow Belt."
If only I had thought about blogging back in April when I had my first psychotic break affectionately known by my sister and I as "the day I faxed the crazy letter to the school nurse."

But that's definitely a good blog for another time.

Welcome Friends and Family. It's going to be a bumpy ride. Tonight's my last night at HSR. I don't know if I'll cry or not. I'm sure the first month of paying 2 mortgages and not having a job will definitely get me crying soon.

Thanks again T.