I’m back.

A few thoughts:

Moving this close to Christmas should be illegal.  (Still missing one large bag of Christmas gifts.  My sweet hubby asked if it could have been mistaken for trash.  Please, don’t even go there.)

The novelty of a laundry chute will consequently produce more laundry.  And invite temptation to do things like send a ball hurtling down at whomever’s head may be beneath aforementioned laundry chute.  (Here’s hoping that both of these things will lose their sparkle soon…)

I should always ask for help before moving a dresser up the stairs by myself.  (And that’s all I am going to say about that.)

I don’t believe I have ever been this tired in my entire life.  

One of the best decisions I made in the last two weeks was packing my coffee machine last and unpacking it first.  (Probably the one and only thing that went according to plan.)

I have the most incredibly fantabulous friends who have 100% spoiled me by helping me clean and pack, moving an endless assortment of boxes, bringing me dinner so I didn’t have to cook (more than once),  taking care of my kids and just letting me cry once in awhile, too.