It is two AM.
My baby’s clock got turned around today.
He is in his highchair having “breakfast”.
I am blogging.
I guess that’s what you call “rolling with the punches”.
Personally, I’d still rather be sleeping.
But I’ll settle for sharing some moments from our recent move.
The day was lovely and sunny and sudden.
I am, by nature, a methodic packer. I sort. I weed out. I plan.
At least, I used to do those things.
This move was a whole different story.
Maybe it was fear of the unknown involved with the house-buying process.
Maybe it was the freedom of going into a bigger house.
Maybe it was the baby.
Whatever it was it tripped me up, bound my ankles and stuck me in a dark closet.
We were supposed to close on a Wednesday… it got pushed to Friday… then Monday.
What about our plans to move that Saturday? Out the window.
So we talked of moving on the following Saturday.
Then over the weekend we got the hair-brained notion to move Monday evening after the closing.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! We have gobs of packing to do yet!!!”
Monday, nine AM -
The help arrived.
Our life... in a trailer…