As folks would say here in the country, I'm hang-dog tired.
The last two weeks are a blur. Moving, cleaning the old house, cleaning the new house, managing remodeling, attending musicals, programs, kindergarten graduation, end-of-year parties, daily trips to Home Depot and Lowe's, taking Libby-10 to get braces off, and today, waiting in the lobby while Neal-13 gets braces on.
(A few semicolons really would have helped that run-on sentence. Whatever.)
Last week the school-age kids spent three nights with friends so I wouldn't have to drive them the thirty miles to school (that's $16 a round trip in our gas-guzzler), which was hard on them. But over the weekend, after each one of the entire crew had their individual turn melting down, we made everyone come home this week. Which was hard on all of us.
But...we are on the downhill climb now!
For one thing, we got a riding mower, so I'm one step closer to putting in some landscaping in our weedpatch. The kids still think mowing's fun, so let's not spoil their excitement at a full-throttle 5.5 mph! Here Neal attacks the knee-high dandelions.And my windows are in. Here's the front of the house before:
And now (shutters are sitting there in a box on the porch waiting to be put up... maybe after I get a nap sometime next month):So that means I can unpack the living and dining rooms now, and maybe even clean the brick dust from Neal's room and the little girls' room. Well, maybe I should wait until the floor is repaired in their bathroom...
The little girls are
Everyone's home now. We've had one morning to sleep in, and this will be our first whole day together (school was just out yesterday). I refuse to go ANYWHERE!
I've had random, possibly even deep, thoughts about how this move has affected us. I really want to put everything into words, but, honestly, I have too much to do, and I'm just too tired and emotionally spent. Maybe next week.
Now, about that nap...