My husband moved crap for 29 straight hours (oh, except for the 30 mins he collapsed on the floor of our old home in the early hours of this morning).

I unpacked last night 'till the wee hours, crashed in our Tempur-Pedic way late When I heard the garage door opening at 5am I forced myself to get out of bed and made coffee and breakfast for my hubs; I hated hearing he'd been working all night. After a cup of coffee, he kept hauling; I worked in my daughter's preschool all morning.

We are all running on adrenaline. My 'Q' photo will arrive later.



  1. Oh, man. I'm exhausted just reading about it. I'll be so happy for you when you're finally all settled in and can relax--it's been a long time comin'.

  2. I hope you have lots of coffee to go with that adrenaline.


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