Moving Day

Friday is moving day. Topsy turvy goes the house. Beds here, there, and everywhere. Yahoo. We used to change bedrooms in an afternoon, fueled by the adrenaline of a new placement coming within hours. This time, I put it off for a year.


It is time.


The precipitating event which broke the proverbial camel's back was a wonderful gift of a queen size bed.

We.Are.Blessed.

• Lindsey gets the bed, the top of the heap with all its responsibilities does have distinct advantages. (editor's note: clip art above for effect)
• Jerrod gets the double bed since his six foot frame has been hanging off of a single far too long.
• The girls go downstairs into the big room with Lindsey which will more than likely help along the beginning of the construction of a new bedroom/guestroom for that fancy queen size bed.
• And finally the little ones will move into the girls vacated room, leaving Jerrod and Erik where they are but in a double instead of a triple. Someday they will fix those holes in the wall, right?

In theory this is all good. But moving means dust bunnies must be corralled, clothing organized, and bedding washed.

Times eight?

Are you kidding?

I feel a blog post coming on...