You wake up with a killer headache. It seems like as soon as we start to feel better, the crud comes back. Yuk.
Anyway, I’ve been cleaning/decluttering/throwing out/packing for the last two days. I have a mountain of laundry in the girls room waiting to be sorted, a mountain of paper trash in the kitchen waiting to be put in a trash bag. All other rooms are still a disaster, the attic and basement are as well.
School has officially been put on the back burner because we have to get this house ready to sell. I hear from my resident home school expert that it is totally acceptable to do that while you have an emergency. So I am.
I’ve got several big pieces of big furniture and boxes to put in a storage unit but I have no big strong back and arms to help me because Matt is working hard day and night training for the Air Force. But it will be done in a week and a half, so that’s good.
And the realtor is coming over tomorrow. Time to get back to work. Good thing Speck has calmed down this week. He’s still around, but he doesn’t throw a fit at every single thing anymore. Just a couple things.
