So, as if one big change weren’t enough, Family Hughes is moving. To a little house a couple miles away. Next week. And we’ve just started packing.
I had grand plans for cleaning and purging months in advance, packing a box or two a day, and keeping the last-minute tasks to a minimum, but my pregnancy hasn’t lent itself to planning ahead. I’m learning to listen to my body more than ever, and my body has kept me at a slow but steady snail’s pace.
I guess I should just be proud that I’m getting anything done at all, since there were some days early in the year where all I could do was sit in front of the TV, eat Saltines and watch Felicity re-runs.