Breathe.

Well, this morning at 6:03 a.m. my wonderful in-laws pulled out of our driveway, FIL driving the U-Haul trailer, and MIL following in my little Chevy Tracker. Yesterday was a crazy day full of lifting, taping, grunting, sweating, feeding toddlers (and by toddlers I mean Izzy), more lifting, more sweating, well, you get the picture....

We all fell into bed (aka a couch and two cots) at 11 p.m. utterly exhausted. Thankfully all three adults were slightly more peppy when the alarm went off at 5. After the 'rents left, with "COLORADO OR BUST!" written on the windows (ok, not really, but that was the sentiment!), I got busy scrubbing baseboards, filling trashbags, and moving the Goodwill items into the sunroom. I got close to an hour of work done before the bean starting wailing. So we did a quick diaper change/cup of milk, and then continued our work, literally attached at the hip.

7:45 a.m: Enter G-Mama (hooray for G-Ma's!!!!). With an extra set of hands to feed the baby- I mean toddler- breakfast and help me throw away odds and ends, we pounded out most of the rest of the cleaning by about 11:30. Oh, and I should mention that during that time, G-Ma and Isabelle took two loads of crap- er, stuff- to Goodwill and a load of luggage to her house for the evening, giving me some blessedly productive bonding time with the baseboards and cobwebs here in our humble abode.

Once I almost passed out from hunger (literally!) at 11:45, we went to G-Ma's house, grabbed some lunch, then headed to the pediatrician's office for Izzy's ear infection follow-up. Once home, Busybelle promptly sacked out, hopefully for a good long last nap at the Hamilton House. G-Mama just left to take a load of baby stuff to a shelter in Lansing, and I am taking ten minutes to sit and breathe on the couch before reuniting with my beloved baseboards.

It's sort of surreal that 24 hours from now we will be through Detroit airport security, and 30 hours from now we will once again be residents of The Centennial State. Seeing that in print makes my heart start racing with excitement to see Reg/sadness about moving away from family/stress of the next 24 hours, but I read some wisdom on a poster the other day. Keep calm and carry on. So calm I will keep, and on I will carry. Okay, it's go time.