It hit me today, we move in two weeks.
Two weeks.
I have a feeling it's going to be a little painful. But, on the bright side, I packed six boxes today.
I also dropped a glass salad bowl on my kitchen floor, which is linoleum-covered-concrete, and it shattered and showered the entire kitchen with glass shards. And of course it happened during the frantic last stages of dinner prep.
And then after we ate, I plopped a spaghetti-clad Adelaide in the tub, clearly not thinking about what usually happens after she eats a big meal, only to come back and find she had thoroughly pooped in the tub.
And, I'm still in my pajamas from this morning.
Yep. Painful.
Monday, June 16, 2008
The Good, the Bad, the Real
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6 comments:
That little Adelaide is a tub-pooper, huh? Kinda gross, but kinda funny that she chooses to do her business there. Though, it's probably not funny for YOU, huh?
Two weeks? Wow. You can do it!
Jonesey hates moving.
You can do it! I am such a procrastinator. I think I packed our house up in a week.
I feel your pain . . .literally. I'm moving that weekend too and you have six boxes more packed than I do. However, you have three children and one husband more than I do. I hope I only have six boxes of stuff.
Oh, we had a LONG couple of weeks with a perpetual tub pooper. LOTS of fun.
Keep packing! One box at a time! Today I am tackling the bathroom back-ups. All the stuff under the bathroom sink that we don't need for the next week. That, and miscellaneous cleaners in the closet.
Sorry I can't come help pack for you...but I do think I have filled my quota of packing, since I had to do it for myself too!
I'll be praying these next few weeks. And I'm glad that you get to be back in Chattanooga.
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