Georgia and I are alone again to tackle the "What to do today?" issue. If only it were warmer out. It says it's supposed to get up to the mid-40s, but so far it's still in the teens. I am sick of singing this tune.
Speaking of tunes. Georgia is just a wee bit obsessed with midi music. She can sit there and press the buttons on one of those goshforsaken baby toys for HOURS. Does it not drive her as batty as it drives the rest of us? If I hear Tiptoe Through the Tulips once more...
I feel like I should be doing something momentous for the upcoming change in our lives. Saying goodbye to people and places. But it's hard to fit it all in and not just make myself sad. I'm no good at goodbyes. Every time I move it just sneaks up on me. I act like we have all the time in the world, but before you know it we'll have none. Such is life.
Next Wednesday is our last visit with each of our therapists. Tomorrow our last visit (hopefully) to the pediatrician. Soon it will be that last night in our bed in the bedroom that I still recall our first night in.
It already feels like we're done because out stuff is packed up and rearranged. Though it's getting harder and harder to reconcile the fact that we won't see my husband for several weeks after Georgia and I leave. That will be hard. That will definitely, by far, be the longest we have been apart since we started dating. By far the longest Alex will have been away from Georgia.