Jun 21, 2012 21:06
Over spring break we moved from the basement of one building to the ninth floor of another building just 6 blocks away. The move hurt. Both physically and emotionally. Leaving The May means leaving behind the home I shared with our four legged family. I will not have memories of Sammy bear or P kitty in this new place.
The living room is full of boxes, and getting it all organized and put away once school starts seems a daunting task. And we need to get ready for baby. I've been refusing to think about furniture for baby, but I can't keep that up. So much to buy.
Someone, somewhere said that having kids means being stronger than you ever knew you could be. Accomplishing everything I need to this term is going to require that I be stronger than I ever knew I could be. Check back in ten weeks, we'll see how it went...
Ten weeks later (this was draft was auto saved by LJ) - The term went well. All "A"s again. And it wasn't event too difficult of a term. Although, organizing the house is only just now happening. There is still some stuff in boxes. We bought bookshelves today, so maybe I'll get those boxes emptied tomorrow.