Our house was a very, very, very small house.** Well, it was small for four people anyway. I'm sure that once we sell it (cross your fingers and do a send-tons-of-luck-our-way dance) it will make a wonderful home for a lovely couple or a lovely couple and their ONE child. Something about adding a 10+ pound baby to the mix made it feel ridiculously small. Actually it wasn't Waylon who made the house feel small. It was all of the sh*t he brought with him. Swing, bouncer, bassinet, jumperoo. hop 'n' pop, Bumbo, etc., etc. Why do babies need all that stuff? Oh, yeah...because they NEVER nap and their mamas' still have to find time to bring home the bacon. But I'm not worried about that annoying no-nap thing. We're moving into the big house tomorrow (laundry, being done INSIDE the house! bathrooms galore, no more waiting on line to pee! a garden tub that I'll never find time to use, but still...a GARDEN TUB!) and things will be perfect. We'll have that no-nap situation figured out in no time (ahem).
That's all for now. Too busy packing, working, writing and parenting to tell more. But since you were probably wondering (Admit it. You've missed me.), I had to be sure to let you know: tomorrow, I can pee whenever I want! There may be an infant dangling about me while I'm doing it, but by God the very fact that I can choose where and when to pee may just be the best thing that's happened to me all year. Oh. Other than the birth of our son. Yeah, there is that.
* Yes, very original. I know. I'm sure I'm the only blogger who's ever moved and used that title to talk about it. But I'm freaking exhausted and it's the best I can come up with. Sue me, or better yet, grab a six pack of beer and head over to help with the unpacking.
** Even less original. I know. You didn't even think that was possible. It is.