my name is...

Corinne, and I am a professed worrier.  There, I said it.  It can't be hidden anymore.  I worry about everything.  For example, if I wake up in the morning, even out of a dead sleep, and I haven't set the kids clothes out, my heart starts pounding, and I immediately start thinking worst case scenario, and literally have to calm myself down before I can get out of bed.  I'm scaring you aren't I?  he he.  Well, don't try to call my therapist, I already scared her away, too.  :)

This move has been so exciting and yet SO worrisome all at the same time.  I realize every day in this very curvy road called motherhood that the decisions I am making are directly impacting two little lives that have been entrusted to me.  Did I think KJ and Carter would hate moving?  No, absolutely not, their "new" house provides them so many things they didn't have before...but I also know they are just starting to make memories, and in twenty years from now they might look back and remember.  I just want to do things right, all the time, for everyone, and quite frankly, excuse my language, that's just damn exhausting. 

Ever my reminder of all things good in my life, when Katie and Carter saw me packing up some of the things in their rooms, they quickly joined forces in Carter's room and I could hear hushed whispers and just a few giggles here and there.  I wondered what they were up to, but didn't take too much stock in it.  As I'm sorting, boxing and labeling, they were doing the same...with what they told me I wasn't allowed to move, they wanted to carry ALL of their stuffed animals to the new house with them.  Oh, the heart of a child.  How I long for such carefree thoughts....

KJ and Bubby didn't carry all of their stuffed animals to the new house, but I made sure when they walked into their rooms for the first time, there they were, just as they had left them.  It made them happy, and that made my heavy heart just a little bit lighter.