Wuthering Hyders

Am I Still Alive?

We are now officially moved out of our townhome. We spent all day cleaning over there and packing up the last few things. I swear that place has never been so clean, and I'm including when we moved in. Although, I suppose I have to deduct points for the marker and crayon marks on the wall of the kids' room. They're just going to have to paint over it because I tried everything I could think of (including a Magic Eraser) and only succeeded in removing the paint itself. Oops. The really amazing part? I only had to empty the Dyson TWICE for the entire townhome yet I had to empty it THREE times from only the basement here at the new house. I'm still having nightmares about that bag full of hair. Now, if only our newly cleaned (professionally, mind you) carpet in the master bedroom didn't smell like wet dog... Which reminds me, I need to call the carpet cleaners tomorrow. We did NOT pay to have our upstairs smell worse than it did BEFORE it was "cleaned".

On the bright side, I'm still seeing a lot of the animals in our backyard. I guess we haven't scared them off yet. The rabbits seem to be out there all the time and I usually see Mama Duck and the Nine at least once a day. I'm still trying to get a decent picture of them, but it's tricky. This is one of the best so far.

I've also been seeing a lot more of the snakes in our yard. I'm trying my best not to step on them, but they don't make it easy. I scared one out of the grass in the front yard the other night when I was unloading the Rendezvous. I'm more than happy to let them stay in my yard and eat all the bugs they want, but if they're so sneaky about where they are it's going to be difficult to NOT step on them. I don't want to get bitten anymore than they want to be stepped on.

Tomorrow will be another busy day, but at least there won't be so much pressure to hurry. We're here and all of our stuff is here. We just have to unpack it all and put it away. At least the kitchen is done. It's nice to have at least one room under control. If it weren't for all the help from my mom and Ed and Chris I'd probably have packed MYSELF into a box by now. I hate moving. I can't hardly catch a coherent thought in my head anymore. Guess I'd better get some sleep.