It looks like we are going to be in Glasgow for the summer. After much hand -ringing, hallway-pacing, excel spread-sheeting, scenario list-making, nail-chewing and general fretting, my dear husband has landed a contract job for the summer.
Insert GIANT sigh of relief here.
Yes, this is a short-term solution. Yes, we still need to figure out what happens, erm, AFTER summer.
And yet, that, is not now.
Now I can buy flour, baking powder, mustard and peppercorns... things I have been holding off on since a move may have been imminent. (No one ever can find a way to move a half empty jar of mustard across international lines.)
Now I can get my summer clothes out of storage. (Naturally only to look at since it is only about 55F here but a girl can dream.)
Now we can keep L in nursery for his 2
Now we can hire a babysitter so we can celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary along with Kate & Will's wedding on April 29. (yes, they copied us.)
Now I can plan a long overdue trip to the US to see my parents and other mid-westerners.
Now we can enjoy the parks and the flowers and take advantage of the lightness and the warmth and enjoy. (a.k.a. chase Lew as he runs amok throwing gravel or trying to lick wheels, pet strange dogs.)
Now I can make a hair appointment to recreate something that resembles a *hair-style* rather than the multi-coloured, straggly ponytail.
Now we can plan, really plan, what our next step is.
Three months isn't all that long, really.
But to me, to us, for now
It is everything.