Friday: Mom's day off for the IHM Conference. Hooray!
This week has been baseball, baseball and will-we-or-won't-we-baseball due to the weather. Game tonight. Maybe a game tomorrow. Then, done. I love baseball, until the last week, and then I hate baseball. I will love baseball again next week when my boys aren't playing it.
I have also been sorting books and putting together my shopping list for the conference. If you're friends with me on Goodreads, you may have noticed sudden activity as I have finally decided to inventory my books - well, the school books. We probably have 400 or 500 children's books that are not for school. Only perhaps 50 would be worth inventorying, if I thought they could last longer than a few years (I have owned at least four different copies of Goodnight, Moon because the book gets read and chewed and abused...out of love, I'm sure).
So, it's been a busy week. And over it all is this black cloud of impending deployment. Bill and I went out to dinner last night and discussed the various options of getting him where he needed to be and when, which involved him leaving one or two days earlier than planned. After a few minutes, there was a pause and we both agreed we needed to change the subject.
What's funny is that I have been reading The Temperament God Gave You (thanks, Becky), which says that a choleric (that's me) does not like to express his deepest, innermost feelings. Spot on. Most of the time, I am pretty even-keeled and my deepest, innermost feelings are relatively benign. Right now, my deepest, innermost feelings are not benign, and it's a definite struggle to repress them. Repression is good, and don't let any psychologist tell you otherwise. I mean, what is there to say? The love of my life, my rock, my best friend, my sounding board, my sanity, is leaving me. It's not hard to imagine how I feel, so why express it?
But today is the IHM Conference, and I am focusing on the positive. Today will be a good day.