Only 18 school days left of the year – she’s definitely counting down the days, most likely counting down the hours knowing her. When the school year does come to an end, she’ll no doubt be jumping for joy:
Me not so much – while I love having her hanging out all day every day, she tends to feed the scatterbrained mode of distractions that make it hard to get things done in a timely manner. Of course my penchant for procrastination doesn’t help any.
Speaking of scatterbrained mode of distractions… The hubby’s new schedule starting tomorrow is my least favorite of all. He’ll be teaching the Electronic Engineering night class, which means he won’t have to go in to work until about 4:30-ish Monday through Thursday. Which means he’ll be home all day every day.
I never understood why my mom always commented she could never get anything done when my dad was home during the day, but after I acquired a husband of my own, I totally understand. Ahem.
It’s not that I don’t like to have him hovering about on a daily basis, but husbands tend to be like overgrown children – and their interruptions tend to be more frequent and longer lasting. If that makes any sense. No offense to all the dudes out there, but you guys are distractions. Just sayin’.
So wish me luck – hopefully the next three months will prove to be productively dynamic vs. distracting diversions.
Speaking of the next three months… The hubby will be keeping himself very busy working on getting the house ready to sell or rent, since we’re hoping to move back to Seattle this August. I’ve also got my work cut out for me – I’m a major pack-rat, and I’ve got so much stuff that needs to be gone through, purged and packed so the move won’t be as big of a stress as it ultimately can be moving such a big distance.
Especially since we’ve been in this house for 10 years, which is 10 years of accumulated ‘stuff’ to go through. I know, right? To give you an idea of the vastness looming ahead:
That’s our house – all three stories have too much stuff on every floor, in every room (my fault), plus there’s the shed, the 2-story summer house and 2-story barn (which thankfully I haven’t filled to the gills like I’ve done the house). I suppose I could recruit the hubby to help purge the stuff in the house, but he’s got enough on his plate with the more ‘manly’ stuff that needs to be tended to before we move, plus he’ll be taking care of clearing out the barn.
Besides, I’m too OCD to have him ‘help’, because I’m the good packer (which is ironic since I’m also the pack-rat) his method of packing is throw everything willy nilly in a box and deal with it later, so if I want to find anything once we get out West, I better do it myself.
Speaking of willy nilly… Apparently I’ve been rambling on willy nilly, haven’t I? So to thwart any yawning that’s going on right now, let’s wrap this up with something funny. My niece reminded me of the video she posted on YouTube a while back of her son when he was a baby, laughing until he falls over. It makes me giggle every time, so here’s your chance to giggle, too:
Bet that made you giggle, didn’t it? That’s a wrap for this week – link up and join in the fun, everyone is welcome, random or not. Be sure to visit your fellow randomizers so they don’t feel so lonely.
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