There are now 6 weeks left....if this little one is on time. Please, please, please, please, please don't be early....or terribly late.....m'kay little bean? There's too much to do between now and then.
The past few days have been filled with packing, cleaning, moving (yes, loads of my stuff is still parked at my old house...a big thank you to my patient parents), pulling out old flooring, putting in new flooring, keeping Levi out of the way and entertained for this, driving...lots and lots of driving. I'm whooped. Today, there was more driving and more driving and unloading of stuff and some shopping (how could I pass up the $1 sales at two consignment stores?). Now I'm more tired, and tomorrow, there's more packing and loading and unloading and, of course, driving to be done. And, it's supposed to be 102 F!! Oh, have I mentioned that Levi and his very hefty self still insists on being carried EVERYWHERE? And, what do I do? I carry him. I'm a sucker for "Mama, Mama, Hold you me!" Sigh.
Monday, I'm giving up. We're going to just have fun for a couple of days. I'm determined.
In the midst of all that I did squeeze in time to piece together 11 rows of this quilt, and I started knitting a wool soaker for the new bambino. Making stuff keeps me sane. It might be classified as an addiction.
What keeps you sane when life gets oh, so very tiring?