It was so weird. Lastnight, hubby asked if I would pack him sandwiches for lunch and I said I would. But then I fell asleep while reading a book. In my sleep I dreamed that I forgot to make his lunch and it was already morning and he was all ready for work so I tried rushing the get his lunch packed for him even though he told me it was okay. I didn’t want him starving. Anyway, in my haste to make his sandwiches, I used cabbage instead of lettuce and I was sorta freaking out because it was my fault that I screwed up his sandwiches all because I fell asleep. We’ll it’s now 2:30 a.m. and I’m wide awake because I woke up in a panic to get his sandwiches made with those damned lettuce. I guess I’ll continue reading where I left off.

Well the day has finally arrived. The movers came and packed up our household goods to be shipped to Washington. Reality is beginning to hit now that our house is nearly empty except for the clothes that are packed away in our suitcases which we’ll have to live with for the next 42 days in Japan. According to the Properties office, our goods should arrive in Washington by June 10th which means we’ll be eating, sitting and sleeping on the floor for at least 10 days. I don’t mind, the house if carpeted and I have sheets and pillowcases packed in my suitcase. I told Meg we could fill the pillowcases up with our clothes and use it as pillows until they deliver our stuff. And it’ll be summer so we won’t need any blankets.

Now all we have left to do is get the flight out to Washington. As of today, there’s nothing set up as far as us flying out of here. That’s on hubby’s shoulders, I’ve already taken care of the household shipping and accomodations prior to us leaving. I can’t schedule our final inspection, ground transportation to Narita Airport and ground transportation from SeaTac until we get the flight information so I need to keep bugging hubby to get it done.

Now that our things are packed and ready for shipment, I can finally take a few moments to relax. I recieved some pictures from my son and his girlfriend in Hawaii so I’ll be working on setting those up in the Gallery shortly. I also recieved a picture of my oldest son and his looks has changed since the last time I saw him, 4 years ago.

Last night, while I took a few minutes to seek refuge in my secret garden, known by others in my house as the bathroom I could hear Kamalani whimpering softly to herself so I took a few deep relaxing breaths before I immerged from my place of hiding to see what was wrong with her.

She was in the living room on the floor and she was sniffling and mumbling to herself. I asked her what was wrong and she started bawling. Through her tears and convulsive crying she said, “I miss the way things were when I was a baby in Hawaii. Why couldn’t you and papa raise me like a normal child? Why does everything have to change? I miss wearing pampers. Why can’t things be the same?” I didn’t know what led to this but I had to bite back my laugh because it was just too funny and too pathetic so I lifted her from the floor and sat her on my lap on the recliner and told her that I could only work with what I had and well, she’s not a normal child so it was almost impossible for me to raise her like a normal child. She nodded as if she knew what I was talking about and said that she wishes we were all like we were when she was a baby. She’s such a drama queen and because I’m a quick thinking granny, I started rocking her and then I sang her lullabyes. She sat up suddenly and said, “grams, I don’t wanna sleep.” I told her I knew that but I was only doing what I used to do when she was a baby back in Hawaii. She said, “oh”. Then I sorta gently pushed her head down onto my chest and continued rocking her and singing. That lasted for about 10 minutes at which time the drama queen fell asleep like a normal child.

I told hubby that one of these days she’s going to catch on to what I’m saying about her not being normal and she’s gonna get angry at me but until that day comes, I’m going to continue messing with her like this. heh

Last week, we had the greatest weather. Most of the week, it was in the upper 60’s into the 70’s. Just when I thought spring has finally arrived, it got down to mid-lower 40’s. The bad thing is that the base controls the heat for all the housing units and they turned off the heat last week while we had all that great warm temperatures. I had to bring in the portable heaters just to keep my toes warm.

I called a friend to see if she could get someone to maintain my yard in Washington, I thought with all the warm weather, the grass must’ve started growing again and I didn’t want to have to use a machete to find the front door when we finally get there in 47 days!!! Can you tell I’m excited?

The movers are scheduled to pack our things up next Monday so I’ve been scrambling around the house like a chicken without a head, organizing the “junk” from the “store items” and the “keep with us” stack. And we still have another shipment still in storage somewhere on the mainland.

I should consider myself lucky that of most of his 28 years of active duty service, we’ve only moved a total of 4 times. Thank goodness he choose to be a yeoman and he could serve sea duty and active duty in Hawaii. We had the opportunity to raise our children in Paradise and they are one of the very few military children who know where their roots are.

My friend in Washington told me the weather there was cold for Spring too. She said their warmest temperature so far was maybe in the 50’s … brrrrrrrr .. What was I thinking when I decided to make Washington our home? Oh right, I remember now - We can’t afford to live back home.