"Ya Ya ya-ya-yaaa"
I don't know that that's a direct quote from the song. My mind is slowly dying between moving rush and baby brain. It's good to be 40 and completely on the brink of self-induced dementia. No pictures today because I haven't had a chance to take any lately. My parents (the Joads) have arrived and the pace has definitely picked up. RKZ and I leave for our house-hunting trip tomorrow very early. It will be nice to have 5 days alone with RK in Southern California, but I can't say it will exactly be a vacation between looking at schools, going to the doctor and finding a house. I'm also about 20 phone calls behind at this point.
A friend of mine told me (she's moved 3 times in 2 years), "Remember, if it doesn't get done, it didn't need doing." I agree, but tell that to my 5 year old who just wants me to come and make a craft with him right now. Can pregnant, moving mommies ruin the psyche of their children?
A friend of mine told me (she's moved 3 times in 2 years), "Remember, if it doesn't get done, it didn't need doing." I agree, but tell that to my 5 year old who just wants me to come and make a craft with him right now. Can pregnant, moving mommies ruin the psyche of their children?