We are here. We are home. And despite the messy appearance of many dust bunnies, unpacked boxes, and mounds of laundry, we are alive and working very hard. Every night when Billy comes home from work I tell him I have "hit the wall" or "reached the end of my rope". He rescues my pitiful self by taking over and working on the house until either he or Liam passes out from sheer exhaustion around 11 pm. We left bedtimes at the old house. Liam likes his new room but prefers sleeping in "Mamas bee", of course.
More later.
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