I think I’m slowing losing my mind. 🙂
For those of you who don’t know (and who care) we have moved into our own apartment on Prospect Church Road. I’m not posting the address because I might not want you to come! Text me if you’d like to visit. It’s a disaster area right now. However, if you’d like to help haul some boxes and such I’m happy to pay in brownies or dinner.
It’s not a big apartment but it’s ours. We have a tiny little living room, a nice patio, two good sized bedrooms, a strange shaped bathroom and a large laundry room. We are minutes from family and friends (really not any further away than before).
Samantha is having a hard time with the transition. Poor kid keeps waking up in the middle of the night and running down the hall in her sleep. Last night she was basically running into the walls and crying. Makes me sad but I kinda have to chuckle. She looks so disgruntled.
I have so much help. So many things going on.
|Helper #1 (who drove me to the Excedrin mentioned below)|
Helper #1 (aka Samantha) had had horns today. I understand that the transition is a challenge for a toddler but is it OK for me to stick her in one of our empty boxes for a while? Maybe ship her to her Aunt Heather in Taiwan? She drove me to both Extreme Moose Tracks ice cream and Excedrin today. Nap time was enough to drive me to …. the loony bin.
Helper #2 (aka Madison), on the other hand, went right to sleep and slept for 2 hours straight without a peep. Now, if only I could get them to coordinate their naps…
Such are the fantasies of a mother…
So, on to the tour of the destruction…
|Anybody want some boxes? That’s part of our patio.|
|That’s the disaster that I have to turn into a living room.|
|And…the kitchen table.|
|And…the laundry room.|