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We only have one more crazy day left before we board our plane. Then we will start all new crazy on another continent. Our poor movers were at the house until 6:45 last night after arriving at 7:45 yesterday morning. The day day before was a shorter day for them. Maybe they underestimated the amount of junk I have in my basement. You want to know what my idea of hell is? Moving, all day every day. I'm sure it's different when it is someone else's stuff. I hope it is for their sakes.

So my cleaning lady came back at 6:30 (very nice of her). She was there until I think 8:30. We had wonderful help from the Abersolds and Sister Williamson. Elder and Sister Abersold and I went through and washed down walls (never use flat paint with kids) and filled in nail holes and separated out cleaning supplies etc... Victoria loaded up all my kids and took them through the drive thru at Burger King and then fed them on the lawn. Then she watched them while I swept out the garage and finished policing the yard. Jane spent one last night at Shyah's and Victoria came back to our hotel and helped me get the kids all showered and to bed and the dogs walked. Ellyn had a little meltdown but that kid was amazing all day. Victoria was a life saver.

Let me take just a second, because that is all I have, to say how thankful I am for good people. We will miss our ward so much. The Abersolds have been like grandparents to my kids. They absolutely love them. I do too of course, but you know a way to a mother's heart is through her children. They have been such good friends to us and they will be missed.

Well, as much as I am wishing I could just lay in bed for the next hour and sleep while my kids are asleep, I can't. More errands to run today. By three or so we should be done and then we just have to organize all of our stuff for the flight tomorrow. I'm so TIRED! But I also feel so blessed. Things really are going very well.

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Jason and Kenna said…
Geez...they're way cooler than we were...WE need to work on that. We had fun though...Be safe on the plane, like my mom always says, tell the pilot that he's carrying 'precious cargo'.
July 11, 2008 at 12:50 PM
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