- Upon moving to new college town, look into getting a brand spankin' new job. It's been a couple of years since I quit my bookseller gig, and working part-time would be good for me and my wallet.
- Find a new primary doctor and specialists and form a new team to manage chronic health problems.
- Seek out a new church, preferably close to my new home.
See how bright and shiny and new it was all going to be, once I stopped wailing and clinging on to the pant legs of friends and family here? Brave and bold and ready for the next step.
Enter Plan B:
- Sorta give up on moving and decide it's time to make some changes now. Putting off some decisions made sense in light of an impending move, but I'm tired of hearing myself sigh. Tired of listening to pundits and politicians. Time to take some action.
- I put together a resume and applied for some very part-time jobs in the school district, making daycare a non-issue while my husband travels.
- I've made several calls to my doctor's office and am seeking a new primary doctor here as mine left the practice in the spring. She was perfect in my eyes, and I do not like being considered a new patient (and have to wait a month for an appointment) in her absence, but I am willing to court another doctor. I have some health concerns that cannot wait.
- I did not break up with my church. Instead, I have given up the early 'my kids are so crabby and now so am I' service on Sunday mornings and have opted for the noon service. Yes, NOON. As in, after lunch. Sunday school is more laid back, several cups of coffee in, and I am not racing to make it on time, shoving young families to the pavement on my way to talk about baby Jesus. (No actual toddlers were hurt in the writing of this post, or um, ever. Really.)
And while I was taking care of business and blooming where I am planted - blah blah blah - I got a phone call from a Realtor about showing the house this afternoon.
Oh, the best-laid plans...