Moving Day is upon us

It’s here, well almost. Tomorrow is the official beginning of moving day. But I’ve been here all week packing the boxes. Moving sucks! No, the actual physical act of moving sucks. I’m looking forward to the new house. It’s the getting into it that I’m not so looking forward too. I’m actually less stressed today than I have been all week. I still have a lot to do. So, you won’t be hearing from me for 4-7 days. And then, I shudder to say it, we will have ‘sob’ dial-up. No more fast Internet, no more instant access. Wish us luck with the move.

Do they sell dead worms at Wal-mart?

The things kids say.  Today we are in Wal-mart getting ready to checkout.  I’m busy putting stuff up on the belt trying to hurry, it’s lunchtime, I have a headache, etc.  and  #2 son says: “Mom do people eat dead worms?”  What did he just say?  
Me: “ What G…?”  
He revises, “Does Wal-mart sell dead worms?”  And I’m thinking what did he see, something to fish with?  
Me: “ What are you talking about G…?”  
He says: “you know dead worms, does Wal-mart sell them for people to eat?”  
Me: “Where did you see the worms G…?”  I’m checking everywhere trying to figure out what this kid is talking about.  
G says: “Right here in this lady’s cart.”  I turn to see a white Styrofoam container with, you guessed it, Ground Chuck in it.  
Me: “Oh, that’s not worms, that’s hamburger.”  
G…:  “Why does it look like worms?”  
Me:  “Well, when they grind it up it comes out in a little squiggly noodle type shape.”
G…: “But why do they make it look like worms?”
Me:  “ Well, they aren’t trying to make it look like worms, it just kind of does.”
G… : “That’s gross!”
Yip, that pretty much sums up hamburger.

Yes, I know. It's been how long, I'm supposed to do this everyday. Sorry, the house got in the way. It is simply amazing how much goes into building a home. There is simply not enough time to get everything done.

Yesterday I finished the garage. It is now a beautiful orange and blue striped masterpiece. My husband is as happy as the day he came home to the last house and found his domain(the garage) painted the same. We are close to moving in. Friday or Saturday we will start moving. I'm anxious and yet unmotivated. This will actually be the 8th time we've moved in our married life. So, you can understand the lack of motivation.
This is the 5th home we've owned. And hopefully the last.

I was cleaning in the "new" house last night and thinking this house is definitely bigger than the last house. I can tell by how sore my arm gets using my Hoover. Hmm, child labor is starting to sound pretty good.

Hair cut today, no color. My brother asked me last night why I needed to get a trim. My hair was already so short. I wanted to yell, Hey, it's my hair. It's been short for how many years now? I happen to like it short. I feel like "me" when it's short. I start to lose myself when I let it grow. Why is that?

The house is almost done. I thought all the painting was done, I forgot about the garage. Ugh!

#2 son was extremely talkative this AM. As in, my head is going to explode if he doesn't shut it soon. I find myself on days like this tuning him out and saying yeah, a lot. I always know when I'm not paying attention because he says "really? I can" and I know right then that I have said yes to something I shouldn't have. And suddenly I'm extremely focused on him.

#1 son is enjoying school and doing well, as usual. I wonder if it will ever be difficult for him. I worry that he will sail through until college, and then, bam, suddenly he won't be able to do it. It will shake him to the core and change him. The things mothers worry about. Or maybe just this mother.

My first post, this is new for me. Someone recently suggested I write something down everyday about my life. Sounds good. Today it rained. A Lot! I should be thankful, we need it and yet I still have the thought why didn't we get it this summer when we needed it more? Not today, it got in the way of my plans. No playing with the new puppy outside today. Too wet. No recess for my son at school. Too wet. Beg for it and then complain when I get it. I need to be more positive.