We are moving in one week...
So my life is a contant battle of packing faster than A can unpack, overcoming nightmares of moving into a house with no working bathrooms, and trying to take A somewhere fun each day to distract from all the disorder at home.
But in the midst of all that, almost everything is packed, our cup that our toothbrushes used to live in before they lay sadly on the side of our sink, every soap dish, linen, and wrapping supply we own in nested in a box somewhere in our new house, and most of A's stuffed animals.
I knew I was getting close to the end when she looked up from her rocker this morning with the most intense big-girl stare, and told me not to touch her books or her baby dolls.
Okay, I will leave those for last.
Here's to being one week away from making a lifetime of memories!