I'm am just now starting to catch my breath. I even took out the camera AND made eye contact with my family today. Moving must be like labor because I forgot how utterly painful the whole process can be. I will recap the last week (my God in heaven, it's only been one week?) in a haiku.
Aching back
Endless boxes and convict movers
Endless boxes, need to shower
Who knew poetry could be so moving?
I am looking forward to the coming weeks as we splatter our new microwave with spaghetti sauce and attempt to once again grasp the reigns of parenthood. Wait a minute, did I ever have them? Crap, I think I lost them! Toilet training was obviously placed on the backburner as Ella pooped at my feet the other day...two feet away from her potty. Sesame Street has become her religion. I think we are all ready for some stability, dare I say monotony? Until then, Happy Holidays!
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