i just spent three of the longest days of my life trying to move out of one house and into another. OMG i hate moving so much. i hate that we have a million books, and that a quarter of them are insanely huge and heavy cook books. i have a love/hate relationship to the weather; one day it rained and i hated it, and the next two it was hot and muggy and i hated that too. oh wait, i guess that makes it a hate/hate relationship. i hate that we busted ass for three days, but glad that we did because we got more done than i thought we could. i hate that the kids keep asking me where things are. um, your guess is as good as mine. i especially hate being asked if i've seen this or that book. DUDES, really? do you see it in the piles?
i do love the icy cold beer i have in my hands right now, knowing i get to take a shower in my rocking new bathroom tomorrow morning, folding clean clothes, and the feeling of washing your face after a long, dusty, sweaty day. i'm kind of sad we couldn't convince LuLu to come over with us, but i bet a night alone will change her mind.
my body and brain are jello. i do believe i will finish my beer, watch an old movie, and put more books away.