I don;t know how the pendulum has swung so far to this side of things, but alas, here we are. I lived in the same house with my family from the time I was born until I went to college. We never moved once, and I didn't even have to move out of my bedroom. Since going away to college, I have lived in 9 different places. Since Jamie and I have been married, we have lived in 6 or 7 (depending on who's counting) different places in a little over 4 years. Now...we are moving again. Thankfully this will not involve hundreds of miles, a new town, and a new job - but it is still a lot of work nonetheless.
On top of the move in the next few weeks. We got rear ended last week and Jamie is still in a significant amount of pain (back and neck), she is sick with a fever for some reason, I have a horrible head cold that feels like my head is giving birth to a water buffalo, we have to try and get the car fixed, Jamie just started working again, We have a 7 week old daughter who is not good at sleeping, and we have an almost 2 year old daughter who is decent at sleeping but makes the days challenging since she is now learning boundaries. So between very little sleep for more than a month, a daughter pushing the limits on just about everything, and feeling horrible, we are pretty stressed out.
Such is life sometimes I guess. I am just glad that I love my girls so much. There is nobody else that can drive me so crazy and yet make my heart melt and laugh the next moment.
