We’re in the final count down to the move. In 6 days, 15 hours, 52 minutes, we pick up our moving truck, and because we have to attend a wedding on the other side of the state on Saturday, all my earthly belongings must be either packed, donated or trashed in 3 days, 18 hours, 22 minutes. So how did I spend today? Not on packing.
Oh the errands I did today were absolutely necessary for the move. I didn’t waste a moment (although I’m sure my kids would have preferred to have avoided their “just making sure everyone’s healthy before we move and have to find a new doctor” visit) but I walked through the door at 4:30 this afternoon and looked around my house and thought, “Oh it’s going to be a late night tonight.”
So, the kids are just finishing up supper, and they’ll soon be in the tub. Then we’ll see how much I can get done before Jonathan gets home this evening. Will he say, “Oh Babe! Things look great!” or will he look around the house and say, “So what do we need to do tomorrow?”
I never thought I’d say this, but I could really go for an extra Monday right about now.