We survived the move

[Barbara]

We have survived the move! We are 100% out of our rented townhouse, and are in our new (to us) house. WHEW!! We love it here. There is a ton of unpacking, organizing, picture hanging, and rearranging to do, plus from my husband, the occasional "What box are my socks in? Can't we just buy a thing of laundry soap until we find the box it's packed in?" Uh, no. I labeled (in detail) every single box. If he just put the boxes into the corresponding rooms, when he moved them, he would not be wearing his last pair of clean socks today!

Naturally, once we started living in the new (to us) house, things start to break. The house is 20 years old, and the appliances are original. We were going to replace them, anyway, just not all in one week! The dishwasher's soap drawer won't open during the wash cycle, so I'm handwashing. The oven door latch is stuck between 'unlocked' & 'locked' (I did this, somehow) so we can't use the oven. The water heater is no longer heating the water, so that's getting replaced NOW. The fencers put the fence posts in yesterday & hit our sprinkler main, so that's also getting fixed today... luckily, all this happened when Mark was home.

Unfortunatly, we're all suffering the wrath of an unhappy girl-toddler. She misses her daddy! He's been so busy (on his days off) dealing with this move. I said before he's done 90% of the work, but it's more like 98%. He can't sit & play with her AGAIN this weekend, as she would like. He's just too busy, and we've been on a time deadline (first, the moving deadline; now, the baby-to-be deadline). Anyway, she's pretty pissed & throws some big fits when he has to put her down or leave the house. Heaven knows, I'm sloppy seconds in her book right now!

This morning, she tried to borrow daddy's car. For some unknown reason that posessed his better sense, he places her in the drivers seat of his car, while he gets something out of the other car (parked right next to it, in the driveway). His back was turned for 10 seconds, and he hears a 'pop'. Annika hit the gearshift into neutral, and he turns around in time to see the car roll down the driveway into the street, where it stops at the curb. LUCKILY for my husband's bodily health, no cars were coming, and we do not live on a hill. Mark's standing there laughing hard enough that he can't stand up strait. Annika, all 35" of her, is sitting at the steering wheel as proud as can be, with her hands properly positioned at 10 & 2. And like an idiot, I'm taking pictures. Once I unpack my computer (I'm currently using his laptop), I can format one & post it here (if they turned out).

That's my story... I'm off to find a box of socks.