Transition

The previous owners have begun to move things out, and Brian spent yesterday moving some things in. This is not an enviable task for anyone, although our home seems to be taking deeper breaths as those larger pieces (thank you again, Shannon and Pear Tree Mall) leave. It also means it's time for the damp mop and the Murphy's over here. Hello, dust bunnies! 

This morning, I dodged a bookshelf that is no longer in the hallway and had a laugh about habit and muscle memory. I bumped that shelf approximately four times with my shoulder before learning to twist slightly out of the way. B tasked me with tagging all of the items that I want moved next week. That's exciting.

If you've ever met my husband, you might know, or at least suspect, that he's constantly organizing and reorganizing a to-do list in his head. You might also know that he already works a full-time job and became a LMT to fill up his part-time hours. He's currently at work at his real, full-time job, and won't have much free time until Monday of next week. (Which I think is actually pretty perfect, because the lovely sellers still need time to wrap up things on 7th without us hovering.)

Although he's fond of telling people I made him get his license, the truth is that when I went back to school to become an esthetician, he said maybe he'd go back to school too, and maybe he'd become a massage therapist. Okay, then, Get busy with that. (You can't threaten or tease a person who's been an educator by talking about continuing your education in some way. You'll find yourself enrolled before you can blink.)

So, that's the update on our bit of progress and some BK, my awesome husband and partner. He's also a wonderful father. Just ask the smaller one who started piano lessons a few weeks ago and now has the prettiest little Kimball piano sitting in the foyer of The House.