It's scary to think about how our lives have changed since January. Dumpster diving for boxes has become a regular Saturday adventure, in addition to the bi-weekly trips to see the guy at Goodwill. Craigslist has become our means of selling off unwanted items.
The wonderment of the infamous "car basket" keeps the little one going...because she knows that it exists and is so excited to find out what is in it. (It's a big basket I put together containing surprise art projects, toys, stuffed animals, sticker, games...all the things a five year old would need on a thirty hour car trip.) I should start selling these kits.
We have a permanent "box fort" in our living room. We talk with Dad on speaker phone nightly, which consists of more laughter than actual conversation. We spend evenings watching movies because her toys are packed. (She's really into Annie at the moment.)
As my five year old stated one Saturday afternoon, "I want my old life back." Although things are not entirely bad, I have to say that I agree.
G left. It was a much easier separation this time, knowing that we will see him again in a week and a half. We tackled the basement, which was quite amusing to K. She loved looking at old pictures of her mom and dad when they were kids. It was a busy weekend that went by fast. Today we awoke to a few inches of snow. We had to laugh that G had to spend his last hour in Wisconsin...shoveling! Glad he was here to do it. I gave up shoveling back in February.
