I am at the point that I am just done.  I am over organizing, putting away, hanging up… all of it.  I really have very little left to do, but I am just sick of dealing with it.  Do you know how many times in the last couple days I have moved a pile of crap from one location to another and then back again just to get it out of the way for another pile of crap?  Staying up until midnight or later to try and get it all done so that it does not just linger on and on and so my kids feel settled and at home here is finally catching up to me.  Don’t get me wrong - I am grateful for this and so happy, but I am just exhausted.  Even with all the wonderful help that I have received from my friends and from Todd, it is a lot for one person to do and at the same time deal with bath time, dinner, homework, getting kids to bed and work.  I am starting to feel grumpy.

I need someone to buy me a bottle of rum.  Or maybe I need some sex.  Or both rum and sex, although sex would not feel so great on top of the PILE OF SHIT that is on my bed…. of course the kitchen table is cleaned off.  See, I am delirious.  I need sleep.  There is your check-in for the night.  Aren’t you happy I posted?