So we’ve moved. We are in our new house, living amongst the boxes. The very first thing on the very first morning, waking up at the new house, one our cats got out. So, there I am sprinting around my front yard in my underwear and flimsy sleeping tank top, trying to catch the cat. Howdy neighbors!!! Fortunately, nobody seemed to be around. And quite frankly, they are lucky I even had underwear, as my underwear struggles continue to worsen. See, the movers said that they would simply plastic wrap our dressers with the clothes in them, so I thought I would have access to everything in them right away. So I only packed a suitcase with a few pair of underwear. And then, they boxed the clothes in the dresser. It’s been a week in the new house and I still haven’t uncovered my underwear. The upside is that I am very familiar with the washer and dryer now. But I need to find the underwear box. Seriously. Or order some new ones.

That second day, I welcomed five different contractors from three different companies in nearly the same outfit that I was chasing the cat in. I managed to slip on some shorts at least. But I can’t remember the last time I saw that many unfamiliar men in my house before I managed to put on a bra (the answer is never, before you get any ideas). Okay one contractor has been working on the master bath for a month and is a friend, but he was used to working in an empty, vacant house. And now we are here. And I overslept and I didn’t know where my clothes were, and they just kept showing up and asking questions. I justified that it really wasn’t that different from a swim suit, but it kinda was. And I’m way too old to be wandering around in just a stretched out tank top with a shelf bra. So at one point, I excused myself to the bathroom and put on some clothes. I’m sure everyone was relieved.

Within a week of moving in, I went back to work full time for the first time in 22 years. Good timing. And since I don’t have a closet to unpack into, just getting dressed every morning is a challenge…without the underwear chronicles. So, I’m hoping to maybe have the main floor unpacked by Christmas. I’m not sure how my three (yes three) college students will pack up for school. And the two area rugs I ordered that were supposed to be here two weeks ago, before we moved in…they are coming today. So last night, we moved back OUT of our bedroom. I will not receive visitors until next summer. Well, unless you want to work. But there is no place for you to sleep because that bed is being used as our temporary closet while our bathroom/closet is finished. Yes, we bought a house with a ripped up bathroom. Because that sounded like a good idea.

Also, there is a step stool that Travis is convinced is trying to get him. He calls it the camouflage stool. He nearly breaks his toe once a day on it. You can hear his swearing outside. And I can’t help but laugh. I am a bad human. And we are vertically challenged, so we need the stepper. And I haven’t uncovered a more visible stepper yet. And it’s just too funny to rush. So have a great week all! And yes, that view is our new back yard. And that’s why we bought the money pit.