Blissfully Exhausted

Remember a long time ago when I had time to make self-deprecating references to my lack of domestic skills? When I joked or whined or got pissy(?) about cleaning and errands and messes and chaos and the state of grunge and rental woes?
Remember?
No?
Oh, you're just being polite.
Or you're new here... have we met?
Well, I have been known to share brief moments of sanitary lapses and glimpses in to my "dirty" laundry, and I have always said that I prefer to be honest, than to gloss over the whole truth.

Anyway. My point is.
Ha!
I have no point!

I just thought I would say: It's even harder to take care of two houses!

Mercy.

Moving.
Packing.
Cleaning.
Unpacking.
Organizing.
Purging.
Hauling.
Delegating.
Driving.
Lifting.
Deciding.
Choosing.
Aching.

Sighing.

And falling deeper in love with the place we call home.


Onward!