Mom is here. Boxes still abound. Tomorrow is our last day in this godforsaken neverland of between places.
Be ye warned, with children, with BABIES, moving takes thrice as long.
Especially with no family in town to help.
(and a hired babysitter that flaked at the last minute)
We'll get there and I'll be back on this horse come Tuesday.
Thanks for your patience.
(Food, I've been awesome at, exercise, medium. Damn, I'm proud I'm still on track through all this mayhem. No, literal mayhem.)
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Be strong Helen!
ReplyDeleteCheering for you for sticking to it through mayhem and boxes!!
ReplyDeleteYou'll get through!
ReplyDeleteI remember when we moved, I had a sacred bag with the PCP supplies: food scale, rope, band, etc. And I never let it out of my sight! I didn't know where my socks and underwear were, but I could weigh my toast each morning.