Crazy

Yesterday was the big moving day. We're all moved in. Major unpacking to do but it's coming along. Hailey is the best kid ever. She loves the new place, had no problems with us moving all her stuff while she was at daycare, told the sitter all day about how she was moving to a new house...she slept ALL night in her new room last night all by herself just fine. She hasn't even mentioned the old place. My cat, on the other hand, is doing her usual moving routine (this is her 6th home including the first one where she was born, then the other 5 with me). First she cowered in her box, then she investigated each level of the house, then she layed around in the middle of all the floors as if to say "Yep I'm TOTALLY cool with moving, no prob guys!" and then she kept me up all night howling. This will last for at least 2 days. I have no idea how I am still functioning. It took me a good 2 hours for my brain to wake up this morning. Well that plus a cup of coffee. I feel like I'm in a fog. I get off work at 11:30 today. The dish network people are coming between 12 and 5 so I have a really good excuse to stay home and unpack instead of go and clean the old place. Tomorrow I'll be spending my 4th cleaning the old place, then watching the city fireworks, and hopefully having a margarita at my sister's later that night while Hailey snoozes at our new house w/ my mom. I never get to do things like that! Saturday we're SUPPOSED to go to D's cousin's wedding. His mom's going to hate me forever but I'm not going. I just can't. I have to completely finish cleaning the old place so we can be out of there by Sunday! Busy busy. Then I have to work again come Monday! Then next weekend I have to drive to St. Louis for my cousin's little girl's 3rd birthday party! And unpack some more! Talk about busy! I'm ready for life to settle down again...

My husband has finally admitted our new place is a lot bigger than our old one. He loves it. He has already hung a dart board in the garage (which stinks like filth, they didn't clean it, ew!).

I wore shorts to work today and lucky me it turned out to be totally appropriate...they're having a BBQ at lunch today and decided to wear tank tops and shorts. I must by psychic.