Just looking at all the boxes in this house makes my bones turn to jelly, and I’m seized with a desire to crawl under the covers and wait for the Unpacking Fairy to arrive. If only!

My job for the day was traffic cop: Put that box in this room and that furniture right over there….for every box and for every stick of furniture. I made so many decisions today that my brain is tired, a fact that became apparent when my husband asked me where I wanted him to put a rocking chair. All I could give him was a blank stare.

Inside I was thinking,

……

Yeah. I got nothing.

Goodnight, all. Tomorrow we get to wake up super early and do it all again with the stuff that didn’t fit in the first truck!

Pardon me while I go hide behind the boxes. (Do you think they’ll notice I’m missing?)