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WE DID IT!
After months of torturous delays, the genesis of George, and other assorted unbelievable shenanigans, we are FINALLY homeowners! So today felt a lot like this:
But now…we have 2 days to finish packing the house. Double OH-EM-GEE. And I have come down with bronchitis. 
Boxes and Toilets
I made a promise to myself that I would not let the weekend go by without at least making SOME kind of start on the packing process. So far, that progress consists of going to the Uhaul around the corner to buy my favorite, wonderful, most perfect packing tape* ever, and then packing 5 boxes (so far). Ugh. Moving sucks!
Today while running errands, K asked to use the potty twice. Again with me the doubter, I wasn’t sure the 2nd time was for real but I took her anyway, and lo and behold, the kid POOPED. This is major progress! I called her a potty rockstar, and she seized on that phrase right away and has been parroting it back to anyone that will listen (hhaha sorry about that phone call, Uncle Bubba!). However, the joy over today’s earlier perfect performance record was somewhat tempered when she pooed in her underwear after we got home (just as I was dozing off for my 20 minute micro nap–the kid has radar). Oh well.
Along with cleaning house, starting the packing process, and herding pooping children around, I have been letting my inner werewolf out this weekend. Yes, it’s so wonderful to be out of school for a few precious weeks and have a little time to geekify myself and blow up pixelated critters/zombies/insects. It’s very therapeutic.
*I have a minor obsession with Uhaul’s awesome extra-strong, easily-tearable, paper-based packing tape. FF thinks I am nuts but I refuse to pack boxes without this tape.
I did nothing today
…and it was everything I thought it could be. (name that movie!)
Well, ok, so actually I did a tiny bit of homework, and I played with K, and took several small naps. But categorically speaking, I really did nothing. It was great.
So we got the call late on Friday that the bank has accepted our offer on the 1st house (the slightly nicer one that needed some windows and AC unit replaced). So assuming no further catastrophic issues arise, we are thrilled but over the weekend we realized, OH CRAP that means we’re going to have to move again. What’s with the human psyche that one can overlook the irritating details like moving, in the far more immediate goal of qualifying, finding, getting, etc a new house? The thought of packing up boxes and going through things and oh.my.god.we.have.too.much.STUFF…..urg. Totally uncool. This will make move #4 in the last 6 years. And let me tell you, we are STAYING PUT for awhile.
I have 2 papers, and 1 final left and I will be DONE with this semester. Two weeks baby and I’m free. For a whopping 1 week break, and then it is back into the grind with summer school. Double urg.
The ‘carrot’ for surviving spring and summer school, as well as moving, will be a trip to Vegas to celebrate anniversary #6. So we have to just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.
