T-Minus 2 Days Until Move In

Brian and I ended up waving at our best laid plans as we sailed right past them into territory I like to call, "What The Hell Were We Thinking". Our house is nowhere near where we had hoped it would be coming up on our moving date and the last few weeks have been filled with frustrations, stress, tears, late nights, early mornings and more old man pee than you can shake a stick at. I'll keep this to few words and a lot of pictures, since my brain can only process at a kindergarten level right now.

Packing up the kitchen.


















Oh, preground coffee, how I loved finding you in the pantry on a day I ran out of the good stuff. Let's never fight again.














Admit it. You're jealous of my Tony Little Gazelle water bottle and our set of McDonald's plastic cups. (Spoiler: This ish went in the trash. Don't tell Brian I threw away his vessels for Christmas tree water, mkay?)












Awesome wives leave their husbands their beloved cereal bowl.















Little-known fact about me. I had tuberculosis as a child and this is the mortar and pestle my parents used to ground my medicine into applesauce and yogurt.













Okay, enough packing crap. Onto the good stuff.






Powder room before.


















Powder room after demo.



















My beloved Slow, aka Amanda, aka OUR Manda (as Adam likes to refer to her) givin' me a one-fingered wave as she helps us tear up carpet.













THIS is how you do dinner when you have no furniture to sit on and no stove to cook with.















New carpet is going in tomorrow as well as plank vinyl in the laundry room and bathrooms.














This is the reason our house now has an iron filter. And why, along with general grodyness (is too a word), all three of the toilets are being replaced.