It has been a very long time since that thought has entered my mind. But it did on Friday.
Weekend wrap up, so far: the movers have come and gone; the rest we put on a truck and brought home, by way of Austin where we dropped off a bunch at a sister’s house. Somewhere in there we went to our twin niece and nephew’s baptism (Godparents, we are. Scary, huh?)
This morning we are all recovering. I’m sorry I missed calling you, Lass, it was more than a little nuts while we were there. I hope to catch you next time.
Now, on to laundry, but first I have to drag the baby out of the tub…
I can understand the stress! Moving is no fun, even when it’s local. When there are hours on the road involved, it’s even worse. We’ll catch ya the next time you’re in town!