I know it doesn't look like it now, but once we get the rest of the kids to bed I'll do more organizing and Jim will tear down more boxes.
Right now we're in that place where it feels like we'll never be done. There aren't enough hours in the day and there isn't enough sleep at night and what I really want to do is snuggle up in front of the fireplace with my fuzzy blanket and my book (got The Time Traveler's Wife from the library while I wait for The Thirteenth Tale to become available.) Instead we power through, knowing the finish line is out there somewhere and once we reach it it will feel fantastic. We also take breaks to read books with the kids, play the game of Life, and let Asher walk on our backs and tickle our tummies. These four kiddos don't let us get too much done without reminding us they need some mama/dad time.
(these pictures are from yesterday when we were still improvising on warm clothes)
Off to put more kids to bed and unpack more boxes.
How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun? Tell me about it so I can live vicariously through someone who isn't unpacking.