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Monday, June 27, 2011

Mommy's Little Helper

 I was upstairs making the bed. Baby girl was quiet. I should have known she was up to something.


She *adores* the dishwasher and is constantly trying to climb into it so she can play with every thing. Most of the time, the Chief Parent in Charge of Wee Ones can keep her out.


This time, I failed. (But look how happy she is!)

I guess I am bit distracted by the fact the movers are coming tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. and I don't have a single thing packed up and ready to go. Most of the things are items we use everyday so it's not like I could have done a lot of prep but still...my brain feels like mush.  I have a list but that list seems to be getting longer every time I walk past it.

It doesn't help that I stayed up last night until 1:00 a.m. bawling big ol' ugly Oprah style tears about something over which I have no control. My head hurts this morning and I feel very fractured. I am trying to pull it together but not having much success. My soul hurts.

I am trying to remember that the shadow of  God's grace covers even this situation and that His plan is always better than mine but I am having a tough go of it this morning.

At least I have her to make me smile, right?

2 comments:

Terra S said...

I'm amazed at how much and often you move. Is it due to your Mister Wonderful's work? I can't imagine how hard it must be for you. Good luck getting things together. How old is your little one now? She's gotten so big!

sostinkinhappy said...

Yup. Every couple of years, we get to de-junk, pare down our belongings, and move along to a new place. It is going to be *very* hard to leave the 'burg. We have *LOVED* it here! I actually got a bit teary eyed last night when I went back and saw all my stuff packed up. It means we are actually leaving. :(

Fortunately, the next place we are headed is about seven minutes from some of the most glorious beaches in the United States. I feel very lucky to have such a nice transition back into the "real world" after living in Mayberry for the last three years.

Baby girl is almost 14 months - just four more and she can go to nursery! That is perhaps one of the best milestones EVER, wouldn't you agree? No more three hour wrestling matches every Sunday - yipee!!!!!