As it turns out, I have a few encouraging things of note to report.
First, as children run and wail above me and after a night's sleep narrated by neighbor's BBQing, I am happy to say that we are signing our lease today. Why haven't we already done that, you ask? Well, Phalla (pronounced "Paula") needed some paperwork and it required the use of the postal service and only now are we all able to meet at the house. Tonight, at 5:30pm, we will be house renters. That's right- in a week, I will be inhabiting The Soldano Homestead alone, terrified of night and able to hear my breathing echo until Kenny joins me in August. But, there will be a yard.
Of course, that means actually moving, which is a whole 'nother story. I hate moving. Moving haunts my dreams. Moving peers over my shoulder and snears at my attempt at list-making and prioritizing. Moving screams at the top of its lungs at the mountain of stuff to pack, triggering an avalanche of simultaneous panic and exhaustion before even beginning.
Yet with moving, there's pizza. :)
Prayers for moving. Well, not for Moving. Moving can take a flying leap. Prayers for Natalie relocating in the next few days.
Second, my hair actually has grown. When opening up my blog today, I was able to compare hair length in the photo from October that sits atop the page with my photo with Lynda Lynda.
So there's that.
Our current project is invitations. If when you see me next, my eyes are bloodshot, my hair disheveled, and I demonstrate jumpy behavior, then I've been working on invitations.
The List still has yet to get any smaller, people.
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