This is how life has been:  three days last week pack grandmas apartment.  Saturday, move furniture.  Sunday go to Home Depot, buy shelves and Rubbermaid tub.  Hang shelves to have somewhere to put some stuff.  Arrange stuff on shelves.  Shelves and area around look better.  The rest of the house and me, look like Hell.

Tub is for Christmas stuff from Grandma.  Try to pack half in box marked donate.  DD knows the word donate.  This is one of her sight words.  She yells, No Mom, I like this don’t donate it! She’s four.  She likes everything.

Today, Monday, clean out remains of apartment.  Car bulging like I’m running away from home.  Turn in key.  Hallelujah.

Return home.  House and me still look like Hell.  Nobody has been to grocery.  No dinner.  DH kindly cooks. Yeah!  I still look like Hell but am fed.  Shower.

Ugh.

It looks like I we are moving.  Saturday, after moving Grandmas furniture, we loaded up the truck with stuff to be rid of from our place.  Did I mention we are tired?

This is the antique thermometer.  Cute isn’t he?

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I have spent so much time packing grandmas apartment this week that I feel hung over and haven’t had a drink.  That just isn’t right.  Don’t bother leaving me a note about dehydration.  I drink a lot of water.  I’m just tired.

Bribing preschoolers pays.  DD is sleeping in her own bed, without a pullup.  Own bed consistently for two weeks.  Pullup free for one.  It only cost me a set of princess sheets.  A small price to pay in my opinion.

My new entertainment obsession is The Wire, more on it later.

SS took my spam.  Actual spam, the meat product, yes, it is edible.