Is it OK to admit that I'm a little terrified?
Teach's Mission Call is really supposed to come in the mail tomorrow and I have been a total basket-case all week. Oh, don't get me wrong, I am very excited for her and thrilled to finally know the answer, but I am also worried and helpless and a little lost. I don't know what to do with myself.
Last night the Dog Walker was taking Crafty to the dance studio when he had a tire go flat on Redwood Road, a rather busy main thoroughfare here in Utah. I had to zip over there and rescue him and then try to decide what to do about the car. My sweetie was still at work, but my awesome SIL came quickly to the rescue. I'm not sure what I would have done without him! My brain is just not working properly.
Then when I brought home my six gallons of milk and one of them started leaking all over the fridge, that was the last straw. I know we aren't supposed to cry over spilled milk, but...
So I for one will be happy when we finally have the details of the mission, where she is going, when she is leaving, what she needs to take with her, etc. At least then I won't feel this lost and helpless feeling.
I'll post the location as soon as we know... I sure hope it's tomorrow since she spent the evening making cookies. If not I might just eat the entire tray myself!