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Too many things are going on right now at our place, too much is up in the air. I think Mike and I are both feeling overwhelmed. We're in the process of buying a house, and there's a lot of waiting on other people, working out details and meeting of deadlines going on. I'm starting to try to clean the house out, clear the clutter, pack what's left and plan for a garage sale. There seems to be so much to do and not enough time--we're moving in June and that's right around the corner. Mike and I just got the results from our mole biopsies--mine was clear, but Mike's was not. Frankly, they aren't sure yet what it is. It could be nothing, or it could be something not so great, but we have to wait another week to hear from a specialist in Boston. I hate the waiting, and the worry. I'm trying not to think about it too much, but it's hard not to imagine the worst, and I think we're both feeling the stress of this big question mark. Evan just started with his TSS, and with that, therapy, school, and t-ball, he's getting to be very overscheduled (and he's letting us know that he doesn't like it). I'm stressed just from trying to get him to all his various appointments, so I can only imagine what all this work feels like to him. I'm giving it another week, and if things haven't improved, we're going to have to cut back. It's just too much. And the time for our trip to New York for Jerry and Tammy's wedding is almost here. I feel very unprepared for it--I don't have a dress, I'm not sure what we're taking, and I surely don't have enough milk to leave for Grady. I'm upset about leaving the boys (even though they will be in capable hands), and I'm worried about being so far away from them for three nights. I'm actually starting to tell myself already that this is going to be fun, because I'm afraid that I'll be too neurotic to enjoy it! So that's life in our family this week. Grady is the only one in our bunch who seems to be fine, because he doesn't know half of the stuff that's going on. He's happy just to toddle along behind his toy shopping cart, play with his stuffed bear and eat mashed bananas. Maybe I need to take a lesson from him.