The GREAT news is that we got our house over the weekend. The not-so-great news is that I've been sick since. Do you know how difficult it is to move into a new house on your own? Just you and your husband and his work van. No moving men, no Uhaul, no nothing! Oh the joys of saving a buck. Now multiply that craziness times 5 due to being sick. Now multiply that times 8 if you have a 10-month old baby that's just starting to take his baby steps and insists on walking along supported by such items as cardboard boxes, the new oven (of which he can reach the knobs - someone shoot me now!), and the new toilet (ewww). Now multiply that times 2 if you're a 9-5 working mom and naively decided not to take any days off for the move.
The result is what I see in the new bathroom mirror every morning. A sick and tired mommy :( I know there's a silver lining though, and I think it's scheduled to occur on or around December 24th/25th. That's when we better have all our sh#t together in this house, and my immune system better be IMMACULATE!
We're getting there! Our tree is already semi-up. Can you even believe that? Disregard the fact that we don't have our bed (just mattresses on the floor), Diego's crib (just his portable play yard thingy), or even our couch or hot water yet.