"Lily, stop petting the dog."
"Lily, stop talking to the dog."
"Lily, get off the floor with the dogs and do your math!"
Finally, she got that done and we moved on to Spelling and History (all about Crete!) and Grammar and then we had some tornado warnings and called it a day.
Oh yes, we had some tornado warnings which adds a little something special to the day. Interestingly, David is personally responsible for tornadoes since they only appear when I am home alone with the children and he is off traveling. In fact, it was right around this time last year when we were living in Boston and several tornadoes devastated parts of Massachusetts. Luckily, today's tornadoes didn't seem to really live up to their much hyped potential, and really, who doesn't have that problem?
Once the tornado warnings ended I went into the basement to finish the last bit of the unpacking. By finish, I do not mean to imply that all the boxes are empty. More specifically my
Since David's company hired packers for us, I did not worry too much about sorting and purging before the move. The house was so tiny and the move happened so quickly that there really wasn't the space nor time to properly consider everything. When we move again next year I determined to approach it with utter efficiency and since I like to fret about things as far in advance as possible, I have been sorting like mad. Box after box has found its way to goodwill, followed by bag after bag to the curb.
It's been interesting to find things in boxes as I unpack. Today's highlights included a bag of dirty laundry, salt and pepper grinders, the drill which I replaced in January, and a piece of petrified cat poop.
Yes, they packed the poop. And then I unpacked it. Honestly, I had no idea that my life would go like this.