This week, I am finally making the move from point A to point B (literally).
Between the emotional nose-dive packing up this home has me in and the post-dads weekend behavior boot camp the boys are going through (flinging full glasses of milk at each other in anger while hollering 'dad told us we needed to be good for mom' being the least of it so far) I may or may not make it to the end of the week with my sanity, much less have this house packed up and relocated. That may have been my most impressive run-on sentence ever, but I am too tired to re-write it. Sorry. Also I'm out of Diet Coke tonight, so the situation is getting serious.
Just in case I wind up in the loony bin over this, I wanted you all to know I made a solid effort. See you on the other side.