You don’t have to answer that. But I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to anyway. In a word: boxes.
These boxes:
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And oh yes, these:
How about that packing pixie there? She’s a darn good book packer, that one. It’s nice to have kids old enough to be of useful help this time. And sometimes they want to help too, so that’s a double bonus.
And because I know you are on the edge of your seats wondering what the next few days hold for me, I’ll tell you again. In two words: more boxes
Please do not enlarge that photo for proof that I haven’t mopped the floor in over a week. You don’t need visual proof, I’ll just tell you. I haven’t mopped the floor in over a week. The ten second rule no longer applies at our house.
Okay, Craig took the girls to the pool for the afternoon so I could pack. I need to have something to show by the time he gets home besides this post. Back to the boxes for me.
Ugh, packing. Wish I could lend a hand. Both hands, even. (Har har.)
I haven’t mopped my floor in recent history either, and I do not have the excuse of an upcoming move. Also, I have a toddler: a smallish person who believes that anything she finds on the floor at any time (not limited to 30 seconds) makes an ideal snack. So I really need to mop.
Hope packing goes quickly, so that you finish before you begin dreaming of packing tape and packing peanuts and wads of crumpled newspaper while you sleep.
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You mean you normally mop weekly? Remind me to mop next time you come. :o)
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