Putting things away, packing things away and throwing things away.
And Emma and Abby are having a fashion show, trying on all the clothes I’m trying to deal with.
And then throwing them on the floor.
Gary has found a house that would be nice, but he’s not sure about the location. Lots of traffic close by, etc. He’s going to look at another one tonight. It has 5 bedrooms, but it looks like the study could be a sixth bedroom. I am anxious to know where our next house will be. The first owner accepted our application. Hopefully, the second one will be as quick about it, if that’s the house for us.
We’re still looking for movers and trying to decide our best, most cost-effective option.
We’re making good progress on packing.
The littles are patiently waiting. They don’t understand why we didn’t just go to Texas already. Sometimes, I wonder, too.