The huz has officially started training in Little Rock and so it's back to me and the kids for at least this week. We're hoping he can make it home this coming weekend.
With a house barely unpacked (does that ever actually happen when you have a house, or do you always have boxes?), and the prospect of having to pack stuff again so we can move out there with him, I'm feeling overwhelmed.
Put it this way, I've been drinking.
It seems like that's almost worse than a beer. I never really drink soda. But with my husband home, I was able to sleep in a little (read: until 7:30am). But now, we're all up at the butt crack of dawn.
I've tried to convince my daughter that she can't wake up until the sun is up.
Have you tried to convince a three-year-old of anything lately? OY.
So, it's dark out, we're all awake, and I get the feeling where I don't know where to begin. Days seem like big long circles. Toy comes out. Toys are played with. Toys are put away. Toys come out....
You get the picture.
I've been feeling tired but somewhat renewed. Maybe it's because I've done some cleaning out. Or that I can wear more of my old clothes again.
Who knows. But something is better.
I'm hoping to explore the city a bit before we leave for awhile. The air is crisp. The adventures are here.
I just need to get off my butt and go tackle them.