Waiting

I am the most impatient person ever, so it should come as no surprise that I hate waiting. On the flip side I LURVE planning! This year has been a whole lot of waiting and not a lot of planning. This is not my idea of a good time. We're moving to the US in two months and I'm fairly certain this will be the longest two months of my life. We're waiting for jobs to pop up so we can apply for them, waiting to hear about jobs we've applied for, waiting to start packing, there's the two week waits that come with trying to get pregnant, and waiting for this sore throat to totally go away. With all this waiting there is a bit of planning that I'm able to do: plan for the cat's move, contact the shipping company, talk to the doctor about all these two week waits and the super sore throat, start to get rid of some of the crap we're not taking, and of course applying for those jobs that do pop up.
I finally got to tell our landlord that we're moving out and he was a total buzzkill. All he said was, 'I'm sure this is good for you.' As in, 'You must be happily dragging your husband across the Atlantic.' I said, ' Uh, actually it's a good time to go since his contract is ending and we have no other options at this point.' I don't know why his response bothered me so much, but I'm sure it had to do with the fact that I've been waiting for MONTHS to tell him. Waiting makes you bitter and paranoid when the outcome doesn't go as you expected. 
Of course in a month and a half I'll be running around like a crazy person trying to get all the last minute details sorted. That's okay, I'll be blissfully happy doing it!

Arghhh!!!! Waiting!!! I hate it!!!