Not a patriotic post

We're moving. Holy crap. The house is chaos. Bennett is regressing a little. He MUST be with mama ALL THE TIME>. I am going insane.

Quick question for the mama brain trust: Can you put a car seat in a Uhaul truck? I know they're bench seats. What say you about driving 8 hours with a 13 month old in a car seat in a Uhaul?

ETA: Never mind. We're not all driving down. B and I am flying and Adam is driving. I love my son, but today I'm really burnt out.

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*House? Massive disaster. Dishes stacked in and around sink. Books in boxes, some on shelves, mostly stacked on the floor awaiting to be sold tomorrow. Dust bunnies float about and breed.

*Accomplished today? Got rid of 20 years of sheet music and scores, plus my MA notes. Sorted my photos. Still have two file boxes and a chest of "stuff" to sort through.

*Dinner? Will be pizza. And hopefully either an episode of True Blood (so good!), Party Down, or Scrubs.

*Baby? Miserable, mildly neglected, tired, regressing. Thankfully passed out cold for nap #2. Possibly traumatized from watching an episode of True Blood with us. I'm not sure he should see such lasciviousness, even if he won't remember it.

*Adam? Selling off our wares on Craiglist and burning all of our CDs to an external hard drive. The two dressers, tv, mini dresser (currently manifested as a tv stand), our camping back packs, his trail bike, and a clarinet are posted. We have sold my piano, his fancy street bike, a vintage saxophone and one entertainment chest. Oof. Bookshelves and bed are next.

*Me? Ok. Drinking Laphroaig.