One of the downsides of being apart from your family is that you feel utterly helpless when something happens. Got a call from Mrs. G. yesterday that BabyGirl G. fell in gym class and hit her head - she's fine, but had a possible concussion so they needed her to be picked up. I think we could have made the case that, no, if she wasn't delirious or otherwise showing deliberate signs of concussion that she could stay, but Mrs. G was off yesterday and picked her up.
When I heard the message that she had fallen, and it dawned on me that I was completely and utterly unable to be there for her, that was an extremely bad feeling. As it turned out, she was okay - and even went to swimming last night, so I suspect it was just a good old fashioned bell ringing - but had it been something more, well, things certainly would be more difficult for me today.
Needless to say, the Mrs. and I are redoubling our efforts to find a house. I'm heading up to Massachusetts Friday after work, and we're going to spend Saturday frantically packing and making more moving arrangements. We're hoping to dovetail the closing on the MA house with a closing on a VA house so that we can minimize the time we are between houses (obviously). Ideally, we'd like to be moving in before Christmas if at all possible.
I know, I know; if you want to make G-d laugh, tell him your plans...
That is all.