1. Moving always takes longer than anticipated. When I get up in the morning I think, I will unpack and organize... then I list 1/2 of the house. If I manage to get 1/2 of a closet done by the end of the day I'm feeling quite satisfied. I blame the babies. Of course I use them as an excuse for most things.
2. Telling little men to stay out of my bed is not sufficient. Don't be fooled by their sleeping position. It was NOT like that all night. There is definitely going to be a different strategy tonight.
3. Finding a lost memory card is a great advantage of moving. The other hundreds of yucky things are not.
My bed is being over run by two darling little boys who seem to find their way into our bed in the middle of the night. This would not be as much of a problem if they would sleep: 1. under the covers 2. in the proper direction 3. without flinging theirs arms or legs and causing injury.
1. I'm room mother for both big boy's classes and I thought I was right on top of things. Apparently I am not. A volunteer from the school called and said my bulletin boards needed to be up in a few hours. Thankfully the construction paper was still out, so with a little packing tape and a permanent marker this is what happened.
Apparently their teachers don't have bulletin boards outside their rooms, so it was the door instead.
2. No shoes, not a problem. Grandpa's boots work great in the rain.
3. Some how "Big I" got his car seat unbuckled from the car, but was unable to get himself out of the car seat. Thankfully we were stopped waiting to pick up the children from school. Another desperate rescue for mom: of course he had to wait a minute until I found my phone to get a picture... Safety product packages warn that in 0.09% of the childhood population their products will not work. "Big I" is one of those 0.09%.