We just moved in. The house is ours (more accurately it belongs to a bank, but let’s not get too picky) and we already love it. But there is a pile of boxes in every room. There are projects upon projects.
And I don’t know where to start. So I started here. With a blog. Because if I don’t do something that isn’t moving related, I think my brain might melt out my ears. That would leave an unpleasant and sticky puddle on my new floor. Which would be another project for me do contemplate.
Brother-Bug is doing a puzzle and singing to himself and Sister-Bug is sleeping. She’s been sleeping most of the day and I hope she’s not sick. I could go sleep with her, maybe. But then I would wake up and there would still be boxes. And more boxes. And baby locks to put in the kitchen.
So here we go. Breaks over. Make some tea, woman!