Amy E's Journal

So, we moved the office today to a building we bought, so we are paying rent to ourselves instead of someone else. It was a really big job, and will take a long time to completely unpack. After unpackng boxes and boxes of files, my hands are sore. I've been having trouble with my right hand. I had surgery one both of my hands a few years ago. It ended my physical therapy career. Doing the work in the office, my regular job, has been bothering my right hand. Anyway, today and yesterday, my m-in-law was at the office. She walked in yesterday and started complaining that the movers hadn't gotten very far. She wasn't happy with the desk that was in her office, that her office is in the basement, and she insisted on a printer. Okay, I'm in the basement too, I have the same desk, and I told her to take my computer. She said, that I would need one too. I said, I don't mind getting up and walking into the next room and getting what I print on the big printer/copier. It is literally 7 feet from her desk - right outside her door. Whatever. I told her nephew, who works for my h, to just take my printer and give it to her. He said that he wishes everyone could be like me. I really appreciated that, especially since he said it while my m-in-law was standing next to me.

On another note. We are going away for Easter - to Florida. I'm thinking about taking an evening and seeing if my father will meet me for dinner. I would write to him to see if he and I can meet at a restaurant near him. I wouldn't want my kids or h there, and I don't want to see his wife. I have to wait and see if this is something that I should do. Not too sure.

My kids and I went to church this morning. We went to the late service, and I got the time wrong, so we were a few minutes late. We were able to sneak in without causing much disruption. It's a really small church with only about 15 people there. Then, my cell phone went off. My h called me! He knew I was at church, cripe. I turned the sound off and texted him that I was in church. He texted back, which made more noise. He wanted the kids to help with the office move. Nobody heard any of the rings, luckily they happened when we were responding. The priest wished my older son and me happy birthdays, and gave us a blessing at communion. It was so nice. Amazing to be remembered like that.