Never Settle

'Twas the night before packers when all thro' the house A momma was stirring, frantically picking up round the house; The bags were all packed by the door with care, In fear that Packers soon would be there; The children weren't nestled all snug in their air beds, Because there were no pillows under their heads. And mamma in her 'yoga pants, and I in my Sleeping bag,  Had just settled our brains for a long week of 'the nag',  When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,  I sprang from my air mattress to see what was the matter.  Away to the window I flew like a flash,  I tripped on the boxes and landed with a crash.  The moving truck in the driveway on the newly mowed grass Gave a glance of the driver who lacked class   When what to my overwhelmed eyes did appear,  But a miniature man and his three trusty peers ,   With a little old driver so husky and cross,  I knew in a moment he must be the boss....

Please forgive me, its that time again...I'm PCSing. Permanent Change of Station (PCS) has a wide variety of symptoms, including mood swings, tender heart, friend cravings, fatigue, irritability and depression. At my best estimate most women PCSing will have experienced some form of Move Swings. Symptoms tend to begin sometime around the 30 day mark, but can also arise much earlier and later; sometimes PCS can be unforeseeable.  These symptoms or "move swings" can be unpredictable and can arise without any warning.  Symptoms can range from mild to extreme and can come in many forms.  The physical changes can be as simple as bloodshot eyes but may range to cuts and bruises and everything in-between.  The physical changes are usually minimal and treatable, but the emotional changes occurring with a PCS are indefinite.     Unfortunately, at this time there is no treatment for PCS, the best way to treat your Move Swings is to prepare, organize, breathe ...

Home is always on my mind, my new home, my old home, my forever home, my "never thought I'd be here home", my home away from home, big home, ugly home, awkward and too tiny home.  Ive lived in a combination of all of these places, big, small, ugly, cute, etc.  But the one commonality each of these homes is each has a piece of my heart. If the old saying goes "home is where the heart is" then my heart is all over the US and soon to be Asia.  Each move, I've left a piece of my heart, a bit of myself. Its kind of like when I was in labor with my second and I was sobbing about how I wouldn't have enough love to go around for this baby and my 1st born (boy was I naive  dumb).  OF COURSE I HAD ENOUGH LOVE...and since, enough for not just 2, but 4 of them.  My heart has grown, almost to the point of bursting with love for each of my children.  Not only has my heart grown with my babies, but its changed and reshaped with each of my moves. The heart is re...