Moving day

Tomorrow morning is moving day, and so instead of going to sleep, I'm up blogging. I don't know why. It really stinks that in Utah, moving 5 miles away means a whole new world for me and my family in relation to the church, which is really all the world we have. Today was our last Sunday. I sang in sacrament meeting and totally started crying, which is so not like me. I'll cry while giving a talk, while teaching a lesson and most definitely when I bear my testimony, but never singing, at least never singing a solo. It was a bit embarrassing. So unprofessional. :) Anyway, in the throws of packing and stuff I kind of forgot that everyone would want to say goodbye to me. It threw me a bit to have people get sad, not because I won't miss them or because I didn't think I wouldn't be missed, but just because I haven't had time to really think about the actual LEAVING part. This week has been full of late night runs to Walmart for free boxes (cereal isle at 11:30pm-12:00am means all the restocking boxes I can fit in my cart, which I had to do 3 freaking times this week), doctors appointments (Evelynn and Eloise had strep and Michael his ear infection), lots of packing, of course, and just generally trying to fit life around three kids and a billion boxes. Seriously, my stuff has quadrupled since we last moved five years ago, and I'm not a big stuff collector! And I cleaned out tons of stuff last year when we thought we were moving to Kansas! That's why we had to make three box runs, because I kept thinking that I collected enough boxes this time, or this time, or this time.... I will not be going again, but my brothers, who have yet to finish packing are going tonight. They started packing this afternoon. I started last Monday. Anyway, moving stinks. I never want to do it again.... or at least for three years. At the moment I have no kitchen table, no bedroom, no food in my fridge, and no more boxes. We're so out of here in the morning! Due to my elevated stress level, I have been stress eating, wherever I could squeeze in a meal that is, and due to my tight schedule I've been exercising much less. I hate to see what this has done to me when I get back on the scale... in like 3 weeks when I've rectified those two problems. Anyway, here's some pictures of my house. In a few days or weeks when I've moved into the new house and gotten settled, I'll post pictures of it. Suffice it to say for now it is much bigger and mmmuuucchhh nicer than our house now. We're having a party in our house in a few weeks too. Come see it, one and all. There's plenty of room. :)

Here's my bedroom. Doug sleeps on the right and is scared of waking up to boxes falling on his head. I keep reassuring him it's safe while adding more boxes on tops.

Living room/hallway to kids room. I've had a few late night accidents trying to get to Michael in the middle of the night navigating through the boxes. No fatalities yet.

Kitchen. I haven't had a kitchen table in a few days. The girls have eaten on their princess table outside and I have eaten standing up. Michael eats in his little corner cave over to the right.

Computer desk area.

I thought this was just cute. We went for a walk Saturday morning since I was rebelling against packing on that beautiful morning and Michael fell asleep in the stroller. This is the picture I snapped of him dreaming. He must have grumpy dreams. :) Another note on Michael, he's gaining weight like he's training for a sumo wrestling match. He's gained over 3 lbs in a month, and he gained a whopping 11 oz in three days just this week between one appointment and the next! He has the HUGEST pot belly and I put him in shorts the other day and his chunky legs stuck out the bottom and I was the happiest mom in the world to see that! Now all we need are tubes in his poor little ears and the world will be a much happier, sleep filled place.