Leaving on a jet plane
In forty-six hours I will be in Seattle, in MY apartment. Okay, so we’ll be packing and clearing out of the place, but I’d rather be packing instead of cramped in this damn trailer one more day. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m excited about our new place. The move, no, but the apartment once we’re moved in, totally. ‘Cause I’m not quite sure I can handle hearing John’s parents farting in the toilet one more time.
I took a moment to read over what I wrote yesterday and woah. Apparently I had some things on my mind. But I slept well, afterwards, so letting the mind go was obviously the thing to do.
Both my babes are sleeping soundly, and of course I’m wide awake. Luckily, Ashleigh will sleep at least six and a half hours (her average these days). John, on the other hand, has about five minutes until I disturb him so we can pull the stupid, uncomfortable sleeper couch out.
Oh, before I go, does anyone else’s baby just HATE clothes? Ashleigh is the happiest baby in the world if she’s just chilling in the Pampers. If she’s fussy, that’s one of the most effective things to calm her…stripping her out of any piece of clothing possible. Sounds just like her momma, the one that leaves a trail of clothes once she get’s home. Funny, how quirky we are from the beginning.
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