Moving with three kids? Suckier.
If it wasn't for my sister watching the kids, my awesome brothers in law, my nephew, and my husband's best friends, I would have had a nervous breakdown.
I know that this move is good for us. Having twice the size is making a huge difference for my family, and it's only been two weeks. Still.... When you are looking at this at 10 pm after working since 5 am, you want to curl into the fetal position and sob like a newborn.
Still, 2 U-haul trips later, we were moved in. Mostly. And we only broke one thing -- my toe.
(Please ignore the fact that I am in desperate need of a pedicure. And my sister says I probably just jammed it.)
Again, much thanks to my sister for dealing with my frantic texts at 10:30 pm. She diagnosed me and treated me via text (tape and ice). Then she told me to suck it up and go to bed -- I was done for the weekend.
(Oh well, I wasn't going to eat those veggies anyway.)
Boyo made sure that I put my feet up the next day.
(People with broken toes don't have to unpack -- so it's not jammed. It's BROKEN.)
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