The damn dog.
Not fair! However, seeing as how we're going from our spacious house to one 1/3 this size for the six weeks we'll be staying up here after our closing date, and how we'll also be dealing with the (long, cranky, oh-so-tired) final days of pregnancy in the heat of August, and how we'll also be dealing with two kids adjusting to a new living situation and a new sibling, and how we'll ALSO be dealing with three cats in this limited space/energy/patience scenario .... it was best that the dog pack his bags and head west while he had the chance. Lighten our load by 62 (!!!) pounds. My sister and brother were Colorado-bound, and they kindly offered to move our moose-baby and keep him until we arrive.
I miss the moose, for sure. Never more than yesterday at lunch time when I dropped a piece of honey ham on the floor and had to actually bend over and pick it up and wipe up the honey ham residue off the floor. SO MUCH WORK OMG.
The rest of us are making do, enjoying our last weeks in the land of woods and lakes. We're making trips to the temporary house, hauling over baby clothes and extra bedding and the like. We're going to the park, and leaving fifteen minutes later because SOMEONE has to poop even though SOMEONE ELSE asked that someone 24 times whether he had to poop BEFORE we left for the park. (And no, that special little someone will NOT poop in places that are not his home, so even the super skeevy park rest room wouldn't do, oh no no no! Special.) We're watching Sprout and we're not even caring if we exceed an hour total a day. And we're helping J clean up the yard just before bedtime and ending up naked in the pool. ("We", obviously, being the two people who can be naked in the yard and look cute/not be arrested. The fully clothed grown ups just sat back and watched. And laughed, a lot.) I'll obviously keep the nakey shots off the web, but these two are safe.
|no swimsuit, but the floaties are a MUST, says miss v.|