Shoes, falling from the sky

Y'all.

First up, Easter dinner was fine. There was a whole thing in picking up the dinner box from Cracker Barrel, but they actually sent a very nice apology email with a gift card, so I won't belabor that other than to say that Saturday afternoon I was ready to jump off a very high cliff and call it a day.

Anyway.

We went back to the podiatrist yesterday for a follow up on youngest's custom orthotics. Because why shouldn't he be the one with the majority of the problems? Anyway, they help but they're not the magic bullet we were all hoping they'd be. Doctor looked, watched him walk, hmmed quietly, and loaded us up with referrals to pediatric orthopedist and physical therapy.

Yay.

Or something.

He (doctor) feels the problem is going to be in the ankle, knee, or hip joint. So it's a bigger issue than what he can help with.

Of course, when I made the appointment with the recommended orthopedic they said he's a foot and ankle guy and...I mean I guess he can also look at the whole leg or will talk to someone who can. It's a big practice, so surely I'm not hosing us? (Insert hysterical laughter here. You and I both know if there's a way for this to go wrong, I'm going to find it.)

Hubby is on his "we need to move" kick again. This time with a vengeance. Like maybe it'll actually happen. Of course no one knows where we need to move. We now have a list of options and he's supposed to look at the sorts of jobs available in said locations. But to say I am unenthused about this possibility is to understate the issue mightily. 

Dad will have to move with us. Dad, who lives in a massive home full of things. Things that need not be moved with us. In a perfect world, we'll find a home that has an on-property but separate (attached by a breezeway even better) in law cottage. Or we'll end up having to build something like that. Which is fine, I'm open to that. But it means moving takes on strains of "where do we want to retire" and...I've got nothing.

In all of this, I'm making plans to enroll eldest in an online homeschool academy for high school. It seems like the best choice right now. And so when I was getting things set up yesterday and claiming his account, etc. I set a password, got distracted by sixteen different things, and closed the password safe without saving it. So I had to call their tech support like a moron and explain what I did. Thankfully, they appear used to frazzled moms and just kindly reset it without laughing while I was on the phone. I'm sure I was someone's dinnertime story though.

I am woefully behind--to the tune of if I don't get on the ball soon I'll miss my deadlines behind--on my current book. It is not writing itself, which is frustrating. I'll live, but it's just one more annoyance, because it adds this level of "you should be writing" to every moment I take for myself to try and breathe out stress.

So. There we are. If you're the praying sort, prayers for sanity and peace are greatly appreciated. Because I don't know if I'm coming or going right now.