Everything is hitting me today. Everything. I’m tired. I’m getting sick. And while I’m incredibly grateful to have all my stuff here (Well, almost all of it. We have a few things in the old garage which the landlord has generously offered through March), now I have to do something with it. And I’m tired.
And I’m getting sick.
I am not getting sick!
There are about a dozen people I could call to help me unpack, and any one of them would be happy to help. But unpacking, much like packing, is something I prefer to do mostly alone. I did commission my mom to unpack the kitchen, though.
“Just put everything where it was two years ago.”
“Uh, where was everything two years ago?”
“Ummmm…..just put it wherever you want.”
I think you must have remembered, Mom. Because everything is making sense in there.
I promised pictures, so I went through the house today and snapped a few random moments.
Tiny Dancer and her cousin/next door neighbor enjoying the magazines as I unpacked them. Hey, Blue Eyes! I’m so happy to be your neighbor again!
We packed to swing music and we’re unpacking to our favorite Jesus Freaks (Thanks again for the heavy lifting today, guys! Aren’t you glad the sleeper sofa wasn’t mine!).
This is the last day of the kitchen floor that I wanted to replace two years ago. My bother and sister-in-law went to Lowes and picked up the best housewarming present ever: new flooring for the kitchen and bath (I’ll tell you what prompted the gift in the morning)!
I told you these were random.
Oh, and my parents bought paint! I think I need to make a dozen pizzas and have a painting party.
Instantly back at home.
And hoping to be here for a good long while.