The Weekend of Distraction

Ladies and gentleman,

I regret to inform you that tomorrow I will not be posting a Monday Minute.  However, there is a reason behind this...tomorrow is a BIG day for us.  Tomorrow, at approximately 8 am, both Evan's and my cell phone will make a noise informing us of a potentially life changing event.

Tomorrow, we finally found out what specialty Evan will do for the rest of his life.  Tomorrow is his Match Day. To make this email even MORE important, we find out where we'll be living for the next few years.

Tonight, as Evan laid Liliana down in to her crib to sleep, he told her "tomorrow when I wake you up, I'll tell you where you'll be growing up."

It had hit me that tomorrow was big, but when he told her that, it REALLY hit me.

We've been waiting for tomorrow for over 5 years.  Evan's known about his dream for YEARS now and I just hope, pray, and desire SO much that he gets what he so rightfully deserves.  I honestly don't care much about the location.  I just want him to be happy.

This weekend has been dubbed our "weekend of distraction."  We wrote down a BILLION things that we wanted to get done.  We purposefully didn't put any pressure on ourselves as to whether or not it got done, but we wanted a million options so that we couldn't get bored and think about the importance that is tomorrow.  So far, we've accomplished quite a few of them: we watched Karate Kid (which can you believe it, my husband had NEVER seen), we worked out, we cleaned the house, we went grocery shopping, we went out to dinner with Friends, we played a bunch with Liliana, we bought some gifts for friends, I finished the last Harry Potter book, I've worked on a family photo album, and now we're left with this evening.

Personally, I want to stay up LATE so that I don't start waking up at 4 and looking at the clock every 5 minutes.  I plan on drinking some glasses of wine in a couple hours so that they lull me to sleep (the effect alcohol has on me, sexy I know) and hopefully falling in to the best sleep ... until 8.  However, what will probably happen?  No matter how many glasses of wine I have, I'll stay up hoping my husband is happy with tomorrow's results, whatever they may be.  Then at 4, I'll be awake and check my phone multiple times.  I'll think maybe my phone is malfunctioning and pull out the laptop and check his email there too.  Then, I'll repeat this process approximately 2,000 times.

Throughout the entire weekend, Evan has told me it's been on his mind every 10 - 15 minutes.  Hopefully, tomorrow, he'll be calling or texting AT LEAST that many people to tell them he has some good news to share.

If that's not the case, we'll deal with it as it comes.  His "back-up" is a GREAT option and we'd be happy with that too.  But, let's not get ahead of ourselves.  For now, let's just focus on tomorrow.

Now if you don't mind, this post has only made me more nervous.  I think I'll go back to my weekend of distraction. Good night, and wish him luck.