It's moving day around here, and we're shifting our belongings (which feel more and more like years of accumulated crap with each armful) into the addition.
My house is currently une catastrophe. It sounds prettier in French, no?
I have pictures! They're just, um, still on the camera because I'm exhausted, sore, and kind of suck.
The upside is that by the weekend, my part is done. Saturday we (Tom) begin demolition in the main part of the house, and I return to things like blogging, latte-drinking, and wearing non-paint-stained clothes. And possibly makeup, but let's not get crazy here.
Right now, I get to lug boxes of my kids' books and dusty stuffed animals into their new bedrooms. Later, I plan to have an asthma attack. And maybe a back spasm, but I'm just pencilling that in until I check my schedule.
It's all very glamorous around here.