We are moving to Mississippi in five days, if you count today, and I do- because there are LOTS of hours left in it. The movers are packing for us, which is wonderful, but I am in a holding pattern. I’ve finished Christmas shopping, and we are trying to eat as much as we can out of the freezer before we move. So not only is going to the grocery store pointless, but I’ve been eating freezer burned food for about two weeks. I’ve cancelled our gym membership, and it is cold and rainy outside.
My husband took Aubrey to school this morning because the weather was bad, and I really appreciate his help. I hate waking my little ones up to drag them out in the rain, but I am also really tired of being in the house.
Emma and Sadie don’t mind it so much. They have been playing together happily for the last month, oblivious to the fact that I am slowly but surely, developing a Shining-like case of Cabin Fever.
FIVE more days. 120 more hours, of staring at the walls, of watching TV, of doing laundry and eating freezer burned food.
It is 11:13am here and Emma is wearing only her panties.
Me: Emma are you planning on wearing any clothes today?
Emma: Why? I wike being nek-kid.
I have no argument for that kind of logic.