This morning I was the first one up. I started the coffee and tended to the needs of Haley and Delilah, our dog and cat. I took my favorite coffee mug down from the cupboard and stood in the kitchen waiting.
The morning was mild and slightly moist, a feel to the air more than actual rain or drizzle, so I decided to take my coffee out on the back deck. There I sat drinking coffee and playing Wordament on my phone, an old addiction of mine that has returned as of late.
It was Haley and her keen ear that alerted me to the fact that Cody and Carter were up. She gets so excited when her boys wake up, smothering them with kisses and dancing around them in circles, her body wiggling and twisting and her black tail fanning in a wide and persistent arc.
Carter came out first, gave Haley some scritchings and then climbed up onto my lap. I put my phone away and moved my coffee over to the arm of the other Adirondack chair. After awhile this snippet of conversation occurred, giving me pause and causing me to snuggle him to me just a bit closer.
carter: Momma, how many more days until Grandma comes?
I should interject here that Husband and I have created a three phase plan for The Great Move to Arizona. Phase I involves my mom picking up the boys and taking them to her house for a week (the longest she has ever had them, the longest I have ever been away from them, simply the longest). During this week, Husband and I shall load up all things we have deemed necessary for our six month stay in the apartment, a temporary place to call home while we look for a house to buy, and all my classroom stuff. With a moving truck containing a grumpy little black cat, and a car towed behind us, we shall drive the 1500 miles to Phoenix. Once there we will unload said items and check out the schools we are interested in for Cody and Carter before Husband flies home leaving me with the grumpy black cat and an apartment in chaos to start my first day of work the following day.
Husband, the boys, and Haley (sweet Haley, who just happens to get carsick on long rides), will meet up with me in Phoenix in a weeks time after finishing up the rest of what has to happen at our house in Washington. This is Phase II and it is the murkiest phase by far. Phase III has two parts and hinges on if we are selling our Washington house or renting it out – a story for another day.
Ok, back to my current story…
me: Well, today is Saturday so – ( I count them off on my fingers) Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday – four more days until you get to go to Grandma’s house.
carter: And then we will be at Grandma’s house for a week!
me: Yup, you get to stay there a whole week! (I say this with enthusiasm that I don’t feel, the stress of being apart and of all that needs to happen is creeping into what started out as a laid back morning).
carter: After giving all this some thought. We have four days and then a week and then we will be with Poppa and then we drive, drive, drive. And then we will have four plates on the table again.
Oh. Oh, my. Four plates on the table. I have never thought of measuring time by plates on the table but it is perfect for how I am feeling.
me: Yes baby, and then we will have four plates on the table again.
We have four more days of four plates on the table, then a whole lot of days with fewer plates, until we once again have four.