I'm in Seattle, falling asleep in a chair. I came yesterday to my uncle's house where my mom is pet-sitting, and tomorrow will take her with me back to Portland. The whole point of the trip is to have her take care of my little Thea monkey while Clark and I put our life back together. I am giddy with the hope of extra sleep.
There was a problem with the floors though... of course there was a problem with the floors... and the house is full of fumes and sticky varnish. We are living out of suitcases at my in-laws house, have been for two weeks and probably will for an indeterminate short while more.
Who knows what this means yet, if we'll end up having to do all the work of moving back in without the help or if, pleaseplease, we can have it done before my mom flies back home.
We never did finish the painting, by the way, so once we do move back into our house, after we retrieve our implements of householding from the basement and crawlspaces, we'll have to re-drape them with drop clothes and don again our scrubby clothes.
Clark and I both agree, after the floors, walls and ceilings are done, we won't aspire to accomplish anything for the remainder of the year.
I'm living with an 8 month old teenager.
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