Moving In

Though technically our renter hasn't moved out, (it's tax season and I'm not that cruel, he's a tax accountant) we've been busy moving things around. We went to Weekend's Only and bought the kids bunk beds and a new computer desk. Both of which we assembled this weekend. We also bought a closet organizer for the kids' closet and got that installed as well. Slowly but surely we're making our way through the umpteen million (read 32) boxes that came back with us and two suitcases that held little stuff. It's only 7:20 pm and I'm ready for bed. My body doesn't deal well with manual labor. I start to ache and my muscles protest most movements. I plan to do very little tomorrow. Phil is heading to destinations unknown for a few days and Lady Jane might finally be returning home. Come on, Grandma, I know we took her away for a year but aren't you sick of her yet. :) And don't you want to see me and Little Man and the disaster area we call home. Maybe that's it. You're afraid our chaos will swallow you whole. Don't worry it is getting arranged maybe a little slower than usual, but it's getting there. You barely have to step over things anymore.

One of the tough things about coming home is remembering where we put all our stuff. A lot of it went in the basement. Some of it went in the guest closet. More of it is in the nifty bookcase Phil built in our room. That and we need to purge our house. 13 years of living on our own has allowed us to amass quite a lot of junk. But first we need to put the stuff we want to keep away then we can start pulling stuff out to get rid of. Fun. Fun.