Today was nuts. Literally. Try to keep up: shower, over house, remove dishwasher w/ FIL, ZAPPED (below), to Radioshack in neighboring town to pick up robots on hold (for boys), realize they were trying to sell me 2 good ones, 1 crappy, off to another Radioshack to buy third one. Are you kidding? Book the movers. Bring cherub 1 to friends, pick up paint, drop off with FIL, check on floor progress, meet mom at hospital, stay awaiting Dad's knee surgery results, stay in recovering until his dizziness goes away (he is good now, went well), home, pack with MIL, break up cherub's fights, help clear brush to be hauled away (from ice storm), more packing with MIL, break up cherub's fights, more packing with MIL, make dinner, ignore cherub's fights, clean up, pack with BabySis, clean up, blog.
Below are some funny moments in our crazyiness!
FIL got me good! We were removing the old, yucky dishwasher from the new house and I was holding it up as he was disconnecting the wires underneath it. All of a sudden he jumped, wriggled and screamed like he was being electrocuted. I screamed, 'OMG'! He started laughing and chuckled 'I got ya. I've got to keep you on your toes MB!' He got me alright. I was the one who got zapped!!
MIL was trying like a trooper to entertain the cherubs and STOP their FIGHTING! She got cherub 1 to join in (aka- cherub 1 took 5 minutes off from toruring cherub 2). Yes, the packing with background noise of the cherubs fighting made us a little slaphappy!
MIL say cheese! Thanks for all your help today!!
The kids are pooped (from 5 straight days of being together, fighting with each other, staying up late and going back and forth between houses). Good luck to their teachers tomorrow, they are way off schedule.
The picture is kinda dark, cuz it is dark now, it's late. But, can you see the pile of boxes? Making headway as the panic sets in. 3 more days to pack.