Weekends are hard, but they are getting easier to push through. I brought the kids into town on Saturday. The little three recieved their bi-weekly bribe, and the older two got visitation with their girlfriends. Everyone was pleased. I also finally replaced the ipod that was in the accident with Jeff. I didn’t realize how much I missed music. Sometimes a song will give me such an “ah ha” moment, and sometimes certain songs just seem to fit my moods. It’s almost like the ipod “knows” what I need to hear. Kinda cool!
I have started packing for real, I have about 40 boxes packed. Most of Jeff’s stuff is packed. I really feel like a dork for packing it and moving it with me, but it’s what I need to do right now. I don’t actually think I’ll unpack it, but I still can’t get rid of it yet.
On top of that, I am a horrible pack rat. I don’t know if I’ve written this out or not, but in 7th grade I took a year of French. I really enjoyed it and saved every single one of my french papers and tests. I saved them for 21 years… When we moved here and discovered how french the area was I was able to pull out my 7th grade french. The kids and I read through it all. Strangely enough I knew exactly where to find the French when I needed it. I know…throw it away. I still have all my prom dresses. I still have ticket stubs from first dates. I have all the kids’ baby teeth. I am a freak, but at least I admit it.