Nine days til moving day.
We've packed 80% of the kitchen and we're finally in the living-out-of-boxes phase of moving. Most of our clothing is packed. The books are packed. Almost all of the closets are packed, yet there still seems to be so much work left.
Nine more days -- I'll just keep repeating that to myself.Over and over.
It WILL get done -- it always does.
For now? It's off to bed with me. I've got a 9.15am appointment with my personal trainer for my 4th excruciatingly painful yet rewarding session.
Sleep tight, mes amis.
4 comments:
What always gets me when I'm moving is just how much STUFF I manage to accumulate! It's always so much more than I thought it would be :)
I simply can not imagine the difficulty of moving with a little one. I think that my Noah Finn and your Gretchen are quite close in age...and like I said, I just couldn't imagine. You're a brave trooper!
It's quite the undertaking! I wouldn't even have considered it but the new house is just to sweet and wonderful to pass up.
It will certainly be worth the nervous breakdown that I am currently having.
the love of a mother for the little one
joy
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