One More From Jersey!

I meant to update yesterday, I really did, but I got sucked into the husband vortex! We have been working well together, and the squabbles have been kept to a minimum. Although yesterday morning Kevin was in the midst of a major meltdown and I actually called him, "Dude." I said, "Dude, you gotta chill! I'm not stressed and wish to remain that way but your bad stress air pocket is starting to take over my space." He chilled, thankfully.

Laurie and I were the packers to beat on Saturday. In fact, if there was a gold medal for packing, we would have won it. I wish there were because my chances for winning a gold in the ladies figure skating have severely diminished. One of the announcers on television actually called 28 year old Irina Slutskaya, old! Imagine what they would say if I were to show up in four years at the age of *gulp* 39!! But I digress...

Ah, yes. Packing.

So Saturday was extremely productive. The boys rooms got completely packed and cleaned from top to bottom. Laurie is the gal to have if you are moving, she cleaned the windows, washed the baseboards and vacuumed, under the baseboards! I did the ice cube trick to get the furniture dents out of the carpet. I'm neurotic like that. *wink*

After Laurie left, I needed to catch a second wind so I went for a run. I should have taken a nap because after that I was pretty much useless. I was still recovering from my airport trauma and realized that I had been running purely on adrenaline. I hit the wall at 7:30, just as Kevin was getting home from work. He wandered around the upstairs repeating the phrase, "You girls are good" and I felt like I had worked hard enough to deserve plopping on the couch to watch the Olympics.

Sunday I packed up the rest of the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom. Kevin has been in charge of the basement, and we did the attic together, which is probably why I am not stressed. Like I said, we have really been working well together.

Except for one thing: the moving truck. He keeps asking me which way to park the truck, facing up the street or facing down the street. He then proceeds to run through his pro/con list for each parking position. We have been through this, more than a few times! I finally told him that I don't care which way it faces just as long as it gets packed.

He was up in the attic yesterday, throwing our camping stuff out of the window, I never said we had any class. As I was getting into the truck to go to the post office, he began to scream, "I'm gonna jump!" I felt like yelling back, "If you ask me about the moving truck one more time, I am going to come up there and push you out the window! He'd be fine though, the sleeping bags would cushion his landing.

So today we are going to get the infamous truck and some guys from our church are coming over to help us load it. I made a huge batch of chicken enchiladas and Spanish rice to feed them for lunch.

My mind is completely blank.

Oh! I knew it would happen, I am finally sick! Yep, totally figures, right??

I will see you all on the flip side. I don't know when I will be able to blog again, but I will try to get around to all of you later on tonight!

Look to the finish!