I had my semi-weekly "Hannah's getting grumpy, so it's time for her to get out of the house by herself" outing tonight. Edwin is very, very supportive in helping me get that kind of time. I know how to pick 'em. I meandered through various stores, buying nothing. I was searching for an outrageously adorable outfit for Ella that was $2 or so. Oddly enough, there weren't any.
I tend to have fantasies in the "A Christmas Story" fashion. (Think about the scene where the teacher is reading all of the terrible papers and is overjoyed by Ralphie's work of brilliance.) I dream about things like finding aforementioned outfit and returning home with a parade and fireworks. I'm quite the realist.
I spent a large amount of the time that I wasn't shuffling through racks of baby clothes, as well as some of the time that I was, thinking about the coming months. We'll probably be leaving our church family and some very, very good friends in the coming weeks. We'll have our last Christmas with our families for a few years. I'll put the girls in daycare for the first time ever. I have a tremendously difficult time thinking about dropping them off in the mornings. I'm not sure what I'll do if they're cryers.
There are a plethera (that's right; a plethera) of changes coming down the pike. Some are good, and some are difficult. None are outside of God's control. I don't say this for your benefit as much as mine. I tend to preach to myself most of the time.
After some meditation in the clearance section, I went to the grocery store and bought some cake. Yet again, my naive daydreaming got the best of me. I had this pretty, little picture of me and Edwin sitting down together and talking about our days over cake. He ripped into his before I was able to sit down. The World Series was ending at that point, so he wasn't in much of a talking mood. He was cheering on the Rays, which didn't work out well for him, but he's more disappointed by the end of this year's baseball season and the idea that we (okay, he) may not be able to watch baseball for two or three years.
We're all going to have to make some sacrifices, and baseball probably isn't going to top the list. I'm pretty sure that Alabama football crushes baseball, unless the Braves beat all odds and have a great season next year. Edwin might have to get an online subscription for that one!