8 weeks

I check my email in a Paul-like manner lately.  If you don't know about his habit, well it is excessive - though he'd deny it.  I got him a smart phone the day he became Dr. P-Lo, and he says it is one of his most treasured gifts of all time.  Not only does it alert him each and every time he gets a new email (from any of his 3 email accounts) but he can also read and reply to these emails.  Me, well I just want a phone that wants to be a phone - though I do adore text messages the camera capabilities of my ghetto hand-me-down cell from my mom.  

and I got way off track.

Continuing on...

I am hoping, praying, wishing that some hospital in KY will email or call to tell me I have an interview.  Three months ago I had 3 different job offers, but 3 months ago we weren't ready to move.  Now that we are ready, it would figure that there aren't any jobs. 

So we will stay here, until 1)I get a job in KY or 2)middle/late July when we move because P will start working August 15th (we need to have time to get settled in before he starts).

That means we have 8 weeks left in Oregon.

8 weeks.

I'm all kinds of emotions about this.  Before this weekend I was all sunshine and rainbows about moving - I was too busy dreaming of a house and yard for my kids to play in, a new RN job in the hospital, exploring a new state, making KY feel like home, meeting new people, creating "family" in KY, etc.  I still am this way, but this weekend I had a reality check when my parents and sisters came over to visit.  My sista J sporadically had leaky eyes.  She was struggling, I knew it, but she wouldn't let it out cause she loves me too much to do that - or to do that just yet.  I could tell she was thinking that her quick trips she makes here, just to spend the day with me and her favorite little people, are limited, and though she never said this, it was clear.  Her sad eyes said it all.  The tears would build up, and she would try to force them to stop.  She tried, oh she did try.  But I caught her, and I didn't make a fuss about it, because I don't want to be fussing about it.

Not yet.  Because 8 weeks leaves SO much time still for fun, and for memories.