The best laid plans...

I know I mentioned this, but when we were buying our house we ran into several roadblocks. There were many nights that the boy and I would sit in bed, look at each other, and shake our heads. Were we meant to do this?

At least a half dozen times we also said, "If this problem doesn't get resolved we'll just rent for another year."

We asked ourselves if God was putting these roadblocks in our way for a reason. Were we not meant to buy right now? Was this not the right house?

I don't know the answers to these questions, but I do know that if we'd listened to that nagging, questioning voice in the back of our minds we wouldn't be so stressed right now. Why are we stressed?

Well, because we're moving. The boy's position was guaranteed for three to four years. Unfortunately, guaranteed doesn't mean the same thing in the military world as it does in the civilian world, and his job is moving to New Mexico.

Luckily, we'll get about a year in this house (hopefully), so Peanut will get to bask in her beautiful custom nursery. True, we'll move before she will have any idea where she is, but at least I'll get some cute pictures.

I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'm having a mini-breakdown right now. I'm doing my best to focus on the present, and the positive - neither one of which are my strong suit.

We'll need to rent our house out because the real estate market is so volatile in Phoenix that we'll never get our money back. So we go from homeowners to landlords in the blink of an eye.

But, on the positive side of the coin, we will be together. The boy should also get his position extended to three years from the time we get there, so we could have another four years together without a deployment, which is unheard of. I keep telling myself that our family is the most important thing and keeping us together, no matter where we live, is our priority.

Now you must remind me of this in a year when I'm living in a two bedroom house that was built in 1975 and only has a swamp cooler. Yikes.