Can bones be tired? Mine feel like they are. We spent the day over at our new house, deciding what to do first. Deciding is more exhausting than actually DOING something.
So I went shopping.
It's more fun.
We needed stuff anyway.
Seriously, Jeff sent me to Lowe's for some things he needed so that he could stay at the house and continue to decide what needed to be done. He has a large project to figure out and it is going to take some serious brain power to plan it all out. I know he will do a great job, because he is amazing at things like that.
When I got back, the kids were playing outside.
In the dirt.
Because there is no grass yet.
We are moving into a brand new house and the grass will be planted in the next few weeks (we hope).
We had brought their bikes over but had forgotten the basket of indoor toys that we had painstakingly chosen for the day.
So what else is there to do but play in the dirt?
You'll all be happy to know that Jake quickly christened the new bathroom by peeing all over the floor. Thanks, Jake. In his defense, he usually does pretty well. Not sure what happened today.
The teenager willingly went to work putting together some bookshelves. He has now become acquainted with directions whose pictures do not match, therefore necessitating re-doing a project two or three times. Poor kid! He hung with it though and didn't even kick anything. He was a big help!
I should have taken more photos today but I didn't, so the teenager will have to do.
