Last Saturday, my husband picked us up from the airport (the one an hour away from our house as opposed to the one 10 minutes from our house, but that's another story). After waiting long enough to realize that, yes, they had lost one of our bags, we filled out the paperwork, and went home.
It's a really great split level, with two bedrooms, a living space and kitchen/dining on the top, and the master bedroom, another living space, and some storage downstairs. It's a palace compared to our old place. (And great even without such a low bar to compare it to.)
My husband takes the car to work each day, so the girls and I stay at the house. This is liberating, in that I don't have to get any errands done, and can just focus on my four tasks:
1. unpack, quickly, before the next load shows up!
2. find a preschool for Kiddo
3. find a pediatrician for the never ending cough (oh, and to go to preschool)
4. buy a car
A lack of a car also means the errands don't get done very smoothly. Oh well, we're figuring it out, and we're all under the same roof now, so that's a great blessing. Enough so that Kiddo's changed her set prayer. Now she is solely grateful that "our family can be together again."
Enough said.
