We’re closing on this house today and the new house tomorrow. I’m not sure when I’ll have internet hook-up there so I’m going to spend tonight during Noah’s Hebrew school clearing off my work desk.

Today the kids had toast for breakfast and toast for lunch (peanut butter in the morning and cream cheese in the afternoon) because the kitchen is being dismantled and packed plus the cupboards are bare I’m not grocery shopping again until we move. We plan to feed them a fine, nutritious dinner of course but heck, bread is a staple the world over. That’s what I tell myself anyway. They can always eat from the half-empty jar of pickles if they get really hungry.

Packing is taking longer than I expected because I’m still laboring to be organized. Usually I just toss things in at random but now I’m trying to actually group like-things together and label succintly.

I’m nervous about this closing because the buyer’s mean father is going to be there and I’m hoping he doesn’t say anything rude to us. The funny thing is that my dad wanted to come, too, and I almost wish he could just because it would probably be amusing to watch the two fathers huff at each other. Righteous indignation on behalf of your child is a parental staple in many families. And frankly it felt nice to have both my mother and my father frothing on my behalf when they heard about our troubles with the buyer’s dad.

Tut, tut, it looks like rain. Best go get the laundry inside.

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