I am feeling like a little kid strapped into a car seat in the back of a family minivan. Of course, when I was a kid my family did not have a minivan (or any other car) or a car seat for that matter. But I have driven often enough with tired cranky kids in the back to approximate the feeling. If you are lucky enough not to have this dubious driving pleasure lately, than let me remind you that the overwhelming, all important question is: ARE WE THERE YET?!
And that is exactly how I feel.
So, here is the latest on our move to Israel:
We had our hearts set on leaving with a group on December 28Th. I was very upset when it did not work out, but have since calmed down because I can now see that getting everything done in time would have been totally impossible. So we are going to go by ourselves. We are hoping to be on the plane in the beginning of February. I have to call the ticket agent tomorrow to book our flight. This means we get to set the date (more or less). This in turn means that my packing will be a lot (OK, a little) less pressured. And we have finally settled on the shipping agency and set the date for pick up. The delay will also mean that I will be able to spend some time with my Mom and Dad.
We are still waiting for the corrected birth certificates for 3 of our kids. We applied for the corrections in September! The Health department has finally admitted that they “temporarily misplaced” our forms and have let us file new applications. Other than that we (means I) just have to pack and find an apartment in Israel to move into.
Nothing to it – right?