Lost Egg

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Earlier today, I hid my last Cadbury egg somewhere so the girls wouldn’t steal eat it, but now it is lost.  I have looked everywhere!  I am afraid I won’t find it until next year sometime.

As for the questions about how I got so much work done while deathly ill:  The answer is I was totally PANICKED.  I was so afraid Mr. A was going to get an interview for a new job right away and leave me here alone with the kids while we waited for the house to sell, I kicked everything into high gear.  God forbid I should be left here alone with no one saving me providing adult interaction at 6:00.

I have to admit, I have been more than a little relieved that Mr. A still has not managed to secure a phone call with the Big Boss at the Dream Job he applied for.  With no special contact with someone in charge, I think we have maybe a 50-50 chance of Mr. A getting a job out of town in the next six months.  50-50 odds are low enough that I can afford to putter around with the home repairs a little.

I don’t know what we are going to do about M’s schooling for next year.  Local kindergarten registration is in early march here.  Registration for the most desirable school in another city is in April.  In a third city, we would need to apply soon for the private school that Mr. A and I like.  

It is possible that I will try to apply to all three schools just in case something happens.  I realize this is seriously insane, but school is a high-stress decision for us.  If we end up moving, we will be at the mercy of whatever school has vacancies.  This is not especially appealing to us.