We are here. I think. But don’t ask me what day it is. Or where Raynes’ school uniforms are for that matter. It’s been a whirlwind week but we are under a different roof in a different neighborhood and trying my darn-dest to home-ify our house as quickly as I can. This was our last night cooking dinner in the what-is-now called the Old House.
You won’t see any cooking photos in the current house because, well, we have no kitchen to cook in. Keeping fingers crossed that counter tops will arrive on Thursday so that my children’s diet can stop consisting of doughnuts, microwave popcorn, juice boxes and frozen lasagna. Mom of the year!