This is not us. But it's pretty close. lol. Just a funny picture I stole from my sister, who borrowed it from someone else. :)
Finally checking in. Man, moving is a pain. I told my husband on Saturday that I decided moving reminds me of having a baby: you pretty much lose a lot of dignity or privacy, and afterward you are exhausted. And despite all brave plans to do it on your own, in the final moments of desperation, you gratefully accept the help of many other people. Many other people, who have been so generous and thoughtful. We couldn't have done it without them.
So here we are. Saturday night we pretty much felt like we were camping (only with indoor plumbing.) By Sunday night we had beds set up. Monday we figured out how to get hot water again. Yesterday we finally got our phone line working and today I am back online. Maybe tomorrow we'll have the 4-pronged outlet switched out and we can have our washer and dryer functioning. Baby steps, but we're getting there. Maybe I'll even sew again one day. :)
Thanks for all of your well wishes. It's nice to be back. And it's also lovely to send my darlings off to school, waving from the front porch.