Mon dieu – seriously if that wasn’t the longest yet the shortest 30 days of my life, I don’t know what was.
The longest because I *had* to write everyday for my commitment to NaBloPoMo. And the shortest because I cannot believe the things that happened in 30 days.
On November 1st at 11:48am we bought a new to us home.
And last week we put our home on the market.
And in between – for almost three straight weeks I packed. And packed. And packed some more. Clearing our home of probably 4/5ths of what we own – every toy, every piece of china, every wine glass(yes, a plastic kid glass from Ikea works just fine with wine thankyouverymuch), our books(MOM – WHERE ARE MY BOOKS!?!?!?!?), our clothing, shoes, family pictures, albums(Yes, we still have some of those), office papers, excess furniture, and allthestuffedanimals known to man.
We cleaned until our hands were raw, fingers numb, and eyes burning from fumes.
And during this time we had birthdays and conferences and plays and games and the most crazy school schedule ever. Oh, and Jed was gone for 11 days.
Life is busy – and I’ve finally accepted the busy – and that maybe this is just the way it will be for the next 13 years. My mother laughs at me because it seems we just cannot stand still.
So maybe that’s what I need to focus on after the holidays and our move – standing still for a few minutes each day.
And with all three kids now in school all day – maybe that’s just what I’ll do from 10am until 10:05 or so.
We will see how that goes.
As I know one thing I won’t be doing every single day in December is blogging.
Bring on December – it’s time to relax.
Said no one. Ever.