We don’t get it, Naptime Writing. Why do you claim to like moving, when we know you have a three year old child who is, shall we say, a bit needy, patience about three hours’ shy of his 15-16 hour days, and a laziness par excellence? why iis this your third cheerful move in nine months?
In a word, dear readers, accessories. We can’t justify frivolous expenses. Usually. But in a new place there are neighbors who need blocking via curtains and walls that seem shabby without a bit of color via low VOC paint and floors that seem naked without throw rugs and a doorstep that feels bare without a mat and a garden that can’t be left with its original flora.
So IKEA and Target and local retailers get a visit during naptime, while Spouse is sleeping off his superhuman feats of moving a whole household over a weekend (our system is that I pack, for a week, while Peanut sleeps his paltry, oft interrupted 9 hours and spouse lifts and heaves and relocates like mad for a day or two until we’re done).
I’m off for a new lock for the garage, a dish rack for our new dishwasher-free life, and bigger pots for our fruit trees. ‘Cuz we aren’t dropping actual roots at this place. We’ll be here a year or two, tops. Not enough to hand over our four mass-producing pear, plum, apple, and peach trees forever.
Dishwasher-free life? Are you mental?!!?? Dear God, if I didn’t have a dishwasher I’d be drunk by 10am. You are amazing.
I’m glad the move is progressing. And that you are staying (relatively) sane.
OMG The Kitchen Witch just stole my line!
Dishwasher free?! Are you crazy?!
I’m down for some peaches. Should I just send you my address?