Mr. D and the kids are off to a family reunion this weekend. I was planning on staying home and going to a baptism for a good friend of mine and maybe doing a little shopping too. Well, the baptism got pushed back another week, I have to feed all of the animals, teach our Sunday school class on Sunday, and speak in sacrament meeting because technically it's our last Sunday in this particular ward. I was definitely dooped.
So much for that relaxing weekend. I really need to start packing my house up. At least the things I can live without. But I have to drive into Mesa to meet with the guy making our marble bathtub. Then I get to rush back and feed the animals before they moo and bray the whole neighborhood to death. Fun.
When did my life get so crazy? I remember a good stretch of time where I did nothing but take care of my house and the food portion of our lives. Now I am living out of my car all day and falling into bed at 6:00 p.m. exhausted. Thank heavens this isn't going to last forever. I am really counting on that. Should we say 2 months from now, it being back to normal? We'll see.
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