One week. Well, six days and some odd hours. But short and long of it, one week. It will drag. Kids will keep fighting. Baby will keep fussing and pooping. I will keep running, spinning, doing yoga, running errands, doing homework, brushing my teeth but this one week will drag more than the rest of the whole last year has.
After the one week then it's countdown until we move to Washington. I am looking forward to that but one part I hate about moving, well....it's kind of a couple parts but the same concept all in all: Packing. The movers coming, packing, hauling. Then the movers arriving, dropping, opening boxes and I have to unpack it all. I will find mystery gadgets I forgot I had. I will find a shoe but not find the corresponding lefty. I will find that favorite sippy cup of Henry's that he was crying for on the whole drive up there.
No matter what though, my husband will be here with me through it all. That is why I look forward to his homecoming (among other things, he is my best friend don't ya know?).
One week. :D
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