Weekends

It's Sunday afternoon.  The husband has gone back to House B.  The dogs are outside sunning and I'm sitting in bed thinking about all the things that I need to be doing.

I don't want to be the wife or person who constantly complains, but ya'll living in two separate houses is not easy.  I try to stay positive about it.  Some days that is easier said than done.  

Thankfully the time is passing fairly quickly.  Unfortunately that is also true of our weekends.  It seems like as soon as Friday finally gets here and we are together it is already Sunday. 

It definitely makes time together all that much sweeter.  

The time passing quickly has its downside.  We still haven't gotten House A ready to sell.  That needs to be done quickly.  Our agenda this week is to get some major work done so that we can list the house.

Andrew plans to come here every weekend until the house is on the market.  It is just so hard to work on the weekends.  We are both tired from a week of working.  We both just want to spend time with one another talking and catching up.  

Scrubbing baseboards and painting are not at the top of the list of ways we want to spend our weekend together.

On a different note - I mailed one of my applications Friday.  I plan to mail all the others tomorrow.  Then it will just be waiting and praying.  I'm not really that worried about it which is unusual for me.  I just know that God already has the perfect job for me.  Sometimes I still can't believe He has called me to leave my current school.  It has been such a blessing to work there and I honestly thought I would retire from there some day.  But He has other things in store for me.  Other students whom I need in my life.  Other coworkers.  

I do not look forward to saying goodbye in May.  Tears will be shed.  But I'm also very excited about this new adventure.  

Where will I teach?  What will I teach?  Who will I teach?

No matter what the answers may be I already feel my heart moving towards that new place.  

How can I already love a school when I don't even know which school it is?  How can I already love students that I haven't met?

Easy.  I have the blessing of doing what I was called to do. Teaching.

For that I am thankful.