The Nap Indeterminancy

So lately things have been a little crazy.

Well.

Crazi-er.

We decided we wanted to move.

You heard me. With a 10 week old kid, 2 weeks before I go back to work, we decided we want to move. Like right now. So we got an estimate on the house, and we said we'd be ready in a week to start showing it.

Our realtor emails us the next day to ask us if we'd be ready before then because someone may be interested.

Talk about lighting a fire under your ass.

So basically we've been furiously packing for days trying to make this place presentable. A good thing since half our shit is already in a storage unit (my primary motivation is just to have all our shit under one roof), but with Mother's Day weekend and my husband working an overnight shift, I've basically had the baby all to myself.

Since Saturday morning.

It is now Tuesday morning. I think.

Basically my life has become a series of naps versus actual sleep. My existence hinges upon making it from one nap to another.

And I know my husband is exhausted too. But then he goes away to Dallas for work for several days...and I'm alone again. So at least he can get a shitload of sleep, while - right - I'm still here catnapping from day to day.

I would like to cash these in now, please.

YAWN. See you in the morning, when maybe I remember all those blog topic posts I thought of in the "in between time" some of you call wakefulness.