Is it Much Farther, Papa Smurf?

I mean, FOR REALS, people, I want to MOVE IN ALREADY!!!!!

Luckily, it happens Sunday. I'm gearing up for another all day sweat-and-politeness fest (because you have to be polite when you move, lest it devolve into a caveman style UFC match), and let it be known that I'm taking way more than the suggested dose of ibuprofen for my back right now. It hurts already, which is either some kind of crazy psycosomatic date trasference or a re-up of the same general issue I've had since my pregnancy with Eva. Sometimes I treat it with hot baths and yogic chanting, but right now I need to whip it into shape, and would prefer to burn a trough through my digestive system than be the whining pansy on Moving Day.

Because there's nothing that can be done in one day that we don't like to stretch to a few, we're taking a couple of days to do the moving thing. So many of our things got damaged between being in thier places in OH and being in the in-laws' garage that I'm strongly advocating for loading the truck all day tomorrow, sleeping, and then getting up the next day to drive and unload. My younger brother and his wife are slated to come and help us, as is my sister-in-law's husband, so if all goes according to plan we'll be a merry band of eight on Sunday morning. Nine, counting Eva, and really seven if you count the adult who's going to watch her, and what's luckier than that? Picking a move-in ready place the day you actually need it?

Eh....too late.

I've got some goals, which include finding something at IKEA to do the storage work the non-existent closets won't be providing, scoping out the playdate situation for the kidlet, and working to retrain my brain and rewire my entire outlook on life in general. I'm serious with the last one (not that I was kidding with the other two) because I've come to the conclusion that I'm sliding into full-blown pessimism in my old age, and I don't like it. I just had a lovely couple of days with my SIL and nephew in Baltimore, and all I could think about on the drive back were the board book Eva and I drowned in the tub and the hot pot I managed to break. Instead, I should be dwelling on the fun sewing lessons and the AMAZING story time at the Enoch Pratt Free Library downtown instead (former co-workers, take note: it is SO worth a visit, both staffwise and spacewise!!!!), and so have resolved to do silly things like listing or praying about all the good things in my life until I feel better about the way things work in there *taps side of head*. There's copious science to back up the fact that you can shift out of bad thinking habits by forcing yourself to think about other things-- I mean, new neurons or synapses or whatever it is actually form-- and I'm all about making the effort. Just call me Miss Cary Sunshine.

For now, though, I'm seriously considering joining Eva in her nap because it was 9:20 before we got back to NOVA last night, and neither of us got to sleep until almost 10:00. We have a playdate with Erika and Taylor this afternoon to look forward to (see? POSITIVE THINKING!!), and then Mr. Milkweed comes back after five days of couch surfing while starting his new job. Eva and I spent the morning making him a welcome back poster, which I would post if could find our camera cord. It's pretty cute.

Again, things are liable to be pretty sparse for the nonce. Just imagine me grinning my way through packing, unpacking, and entertaining a toddler in the midst of it all, and you'll have a pretty good picture of what (I hope) it actually looks like.

In the meantime, God bless Advil.

(ETA: Oh, yeah, the beach! That happened. I've got to work on transitions with this thing. You'd think we never at all...anyway, it was lovely, and just overlook the disjointedness for now. I mean, I can't even find my socks right now, let alone recreate my life in real time.)