Time Out Tuesday

This week is crunch week.

We are officially moving.

This week.

All our big stuff is gone.  Beds, dressers, book shelfs, decorations, etc.  Keith is sleeping on a mattress on the floor.  He loves it.  It is nothing but a big adventure for him.  Faye is in her pack n play.  Happily, she loves her pack n play.  Jeffrey and I get to share a couch.  It is very cramped, and very intimate.  We sort of like it.

Tonight I am cooking all our dinners for the rest of the week and then packing up the kitchen.

Needless to say, this week I will not have much ME time.

I hope you do, though.  And don't forget to link up!

A name will be drawn on Saturday.
***Linky is now closed***

Comments

Cheeseboy said…
Good luck with the move! Hope all goes well.
May 10, 2011 at 9:33 AM
Noodle said…
I hope all goes well with the move... I'm glad it is an adventure for the kids... I got my time out up but I dont see were I can link it... no worrys I know your getting pulled in like ten directions right now =)
May 10, 2011 at 9:35 AM
Susan Anderson said…
Onward and upward!

=)
May 10, 2011 at 9:45 AM
Confessions of a PTO Mom said…
Moving house is a task that is daunting to me... one of the reasons we decided not to sell last year. You've done it so often, you should write a book!
May 10, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Trish said…
Best wishes on your move! I know you will get through it like a champ!
May 10, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Em said…
Oh dear...I hate moving:( buy pizza one night and go e yourself a break! That can be your time out:)
May 10, 2011 at 4:53 PM
Laura said…
YAY! Good luck with everything this week! I hope you get at least a tiny bit of me time. :)
May 10, 2011 at 8:50 PM
Lara Neves said…
Good luck! Moving is evil.
May 12, 2011 at 9:24 AM
Carrie said…
Sending good moving vibes your way...
May 13, 2011 at 1:02 PM
Lisa said…
YAY for getting my butt in gear this week! And good luck in the move!
May 13, 2011 at 3:28 PM
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