Let me just say this: I HATE MOVING. I don't kind of dislike it. I don't think it kind of stinks. I hate it. It's a rung in hell in Dante's Inferno; I'm sure the translators just missed it.
We are close the end, and the proverbial light at the end of that blasted tunnel is starting to show itself. We'll be out of our house by tonight, and then, we'll have glorious bliss for 15 days until we close on the new house May 13, in which the whole cleaning, painting, moving cycle will begin again, but add to it the mounted pressure of putting in new floors, new bathrooms, a new kitchen, and dealing with what feels like miles of awful wood paneling (not a pessimist... just a realist).
Only to compound issues is the fact that the kids are sick and are expected to hang out in an empty house and watch me clean and pack for what amounts to hours a day. No furniture. No TV. Too rainy to go outside. Today I caught them playing--in an empty closet--with hangers and different parts of the vacuum. A kid has got to do what a kid has got to do.
Here are a few recent pics...
Coloring Easter Eggs
Swim lessons
Grace dressed for Easter Sunday. Grant and I stayed home to tend to Grant's fever.
Breakfast when you've packed all the bowls.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
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2 comments:
All such exciting stuff! Your kids are amazing! I'll have to make sure to see this house since I never made it to the old one! If you need the kids to come hang here while you work on the house, give me a call.
I agree!!!!!!!!!!
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