Did I tell you about that headache I got on Thursday after going to IKEA and while having lunch with Melanie at that Indian place we love, a headache so bad I could only crawl into bed, whimper, and sleep until 4:30 and was still so shaky and out of it I skipped my first ever Vodo class and then didn’t go to bed until 2 a.m., thus fucking up my entire weekend?
Oh, well, that sucked.
It sucked more than packing all of Sister #4’s shit into a U-Haul bound for Brookings, SD before 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Which, oddly enough, didn’t really suck at all. Though I am a huge, huge proponent of hiring movers, this move of Sister #4’s wasn’t nearly as heinous and dramatic at it promised to be. It appears a lot of the drama happened before the actual physical moving.
Lucky for me, I missed all of it.
In fact, I didn’t even have to go to SD and unload the truck. Instead I stayed home with Jaycie and Max and taught them how to put together cheap Swedish furniture (I had to replace some furniture and an ice cream scoop Sister #4 was reclaiming) using power tools. They did a good job.
Of course after all that (oh, did I mention I had all five kids on Friday, because I did) I am now spending the day wearing pajamas and not speaking.