In a moment of personal brilliance, I knocked Caleb's laptob off it's perch and destroyed the screen.
So here I am online for the first time in a week. Emme is napping, and the laptop is plugged in to the tv screen,
preventing Olivia from watching "Super Why" while I type.
I have about 5 minutes before meltdown.
Our house is awash in packing boxes and I'm awash in paint touch ups and fixture replacements. House goes on the market next week.
22 days til match day, the day they'll reveal our next hometown. Weird feeling.
The kids are already tiring of life in "museum house," as they've dubbed it.
(Don't eat there, don't walk there, don't play there. . .)
It's a bit of a high stress time for all.
Nothing a heaping plate of grapefruit can't fix, at least temporarily.
So here I am online for the first time in a week. Emme is napping, and the laptop is plugged in to the tv screen,
preventing Olivia from watching "Super Why" while I type.
I have about 5 minutes before meltdown.
Our house is awash in packing boxes and I'm awash in paint touch ups and fixture replacements. House goes on the market next week.
22 days til match day, the day they'll reveal our next hometown. Weird feeling.
The kids are already tiring of life in "museum house," as they've dubbed it.
(Don't eat there, don't walk there, don't play there. . .)
It's a bit of a high stress time for all.
Nothing a heaping plate of grapefruit can't fix, at least temporarily.
Beautiful carnage.
Ah, that's better.
Just a few more tidbits I want to jot down until the next time i get dibs on the tv:
Emme has started offering spontaneous kisses lately. She'll look sweetly into your face,
then lean over and plant one smack on your lips, "swak" noise and slobber and all.
And since she's indiscriminate with her kisses, we blame her that we're all now sharing another cold.
Last night Jane asked Caleb for a priesthood blessing to help her with the stomach pain she's been dealing with (side effect of arthritis meds.) She wanted us to listen in, so we all sat on the bed with her during the blessing. Half-way through, Caleb felt something touch his hand and looked down to see Olivia, head bowed solemnly, eyes closed, both hands on top of his on Jane's head. He retained his composure, to his credit, and we had a good laugh about it after.
Today I had to pick out a new toilet since our old one is leaking from the tank. While I tried to decide between two of the three options on display right inside the front entrance of Lowe's, Olivia decided the third option was best and had dropped trou and begun to wiggle aboard when I noticed her. She was also noticed by two entering mothers, their two toddlers, and a customer service desk rep, who informed me as I retrieved and reproofed my daughter that there was no water supply to the display toilets. It is my fondest hope that she was just being funny, otherwise I must look like even more of an ignoramus than I actually am.
I hope my dignity can survive this move. Please try not to think less of me.
