We thought we were going to spend the weekend working on the house. Instead, we woke up to this:
The two trees on the other side of the house had just as much. We gave this job a "10," and will be cleaning this up for weeks (and yes, this is the third time in three weeks. I guess our kids' friends don't want us to move. Or maybe they do...).
Then Allie (14) came home from her volleyball tournament Saturday not feeling well. She woke up Sunday with 102 fever, and, after sleeping all day yesterday in the one room that is not being painted (the family room), has now watched 24 straight hours of Discovery and Animal Planet (She just said, "I am SO SICK of watching crocodile shows!").
Ruthie (4, in her princess costume) keeps wondering where her "brown doors" went (we had the wood doors painted). Neal (13) and Libby (10) spent most of the weekend away from the fumes with friends. While they were gone, Annie (6) learned how to play Carry On Wayward Son (c. 1976 by Kansas) on Guitar Hero. Sheesh. Can we sink any lower?
And of course, we have all eaten more cereal and pizza than should be legal in the last seven days. Today was a teacher work day at school, so we've already had Wendy's for lunch. What shall we do for dinner??
Meanwhile, we keep packing, fixing stuff, and wiping off dust. Our realtor informed me yesterday that we have an "informal showing" on Friday (What on earth is informal, I ask? Someone's going to be looking in my closets, for cryin' out loud!). The house is not technically on the market but this person apparently is very ready to buy. This could be good. Perhaps too good.
Big deep breath. I can do this.
That's life around here.
So what's happening with you?