..and Lemonade Was Made!

Remember my last post where I talked about going with the flow and not stressing out so much about things? Well, I am really glad I followed my own advice otherwise I would have been stressing and freaking out for nothing! Matt, the super-amazing-pulling-rabbit-out-of-the-hat husband of mine managed to finagle a way to get both Peets and I on the same flight as him!

He called me Tuesday afternoon telling me to go to Petsmart to look for a certain sized carrier. He tells me, "if Petrie can manage to squeeze in a carrier and has the chance to ride with us, would you like that?". (well duh!)  I hightailed it to the store, frantic to find a carrier that met military airline standards yet could fit Petrie's big butt (even though he is Yorkie, the poodle in him makes him big! ) I found one, asked an employee to check him in it (the last thing I want is to be cruel to my pup..it's a long flight and at this point I have to decide: ride with us in a small space, or ride under the plan, unattended and scared, but in a big crate with his toys and treats?)  They assured me he just fits, which means he will be getting a good, short groomin' and a diet before we take off.(He will thank me later).    

See? In the end it all worked out. Even if it still were the case of me and the pup riding on another airline, that would have been manageable, but in this case, we three are happy to all be together. (phew). 


Along with figuring that out, Matt has also figured out some other shortcuts to make our transition easier:

1. he is going to get an international driver's license at AAA before we head out (so once we get there we can just buy a car and drive it off the lot. Worry about the official Okinawa driver's license later. sweet.)
2. he is going to ship one of his checked luggage off to Japan before we even leave for the airport, so that's less luggage-carrying we will have to be doing (and that saves $$$ on me checking a third suitcase...don't judge..I have many clothes)
3. he tells me we will get all of our belongings 48-72 hours after moving into our new home (ya..after all the stories I hear from other wives, that is something I will have to see to believe!)

I gotta tell ya, every now and then I have what feels like a physical panic/anxiety attack. I cannot pinpoint it. My body just starts feeling rigid, I feel hot, can't sit still, I feel the need to keep taking deep breaths, all in all I just feel uncomfortable. Almost like if I screamed into a pillow or just stomped my feel like a toddler throwing a fit then I would feel better. (am I the only one?) Well, crazy or not, my honey sure does know how to be my human Xanax. He lays me down, wraps me in his arms, and tells me step by step what he is going to take care of, and what we have to look forward to. He tells me to not worry about any documents, he has it all taken care of (I hope...knowing men I have a feeling I am going to have to do some double checking!) , he tells me the flights are booked, he is going to rent a big SUV so we can have a kick-ass road trip up to Seattle (where we are flying out of ), he tells me his plans of getting license, phone, sending luggage off...all he wants me to do is research all the nearby beaches that we have to put on our 1-Month-Bucket-List.  Oh, and research all the neat tours that they have (preferably getting the alcohol-related ones out of the way first...for "duh" reasons....did you know they have a pineapple winery/vineyard? YUM!).   So, knowing that my only duties from here on out are to look up beaches and fun tours, I shouldn't have a care in the world anymore and just trust that Matt has this all in control. 

The Okinawa dreams have started....the last time I had reoccurring dreams recently was when the wedding was getting closer and closer (OK OK..and baby dreams..have tons of those. Is it weird that it's always almost impossible to hold/pick up the baby? Like it has oil all over it or it weighs a ton. HM..)....looks like our move is having the same impact. Eeep! :D 

Until tomorrow...Night all!