One week to go!

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One week to go until we finally get moved into the new place. We don’t have to be out of the rental house until the end of the month but that’ll give me lots of time to clean.

We went out this morning early as the internet/cable/phone guy was coming out to hook us up. The poor guy got to experience “normal” life. Although I don’t know if “normal” is the correct word.

I was bringing boxes in from the garage and Angel came up to me all sweet like and said there was a problem.

Yes. Yes we do have a problem.


I have no idea how the lid came off. It takes me an hour to get paint lids off. But my kids start playing with a can of paint and two seconds later it opens and spills all over. I texted a picture to Pat and said that maybe we’ll have to redo the flooring right away after all.

Later today I stopped at the store to pick up some things and I texted Pat to see if he needed anything. He said, “Paint remover.”



So after the paint incident we were still waiting on the tv guy and so I sent the kiddos outside. I’m itching to get my garden planted. We worked in the garden spot for a while picking up sticks and attempting to break up the dirt with a pitchfork, a shovel and some other tool thing that was not a rake or a hoe.

{Before heading out to the garden. Seriously how cute is my little farm girl in her shorts and rubber boots!}


Working in the garden without the right tools got old fast, and so next we went over to the chicken coop. Or what is going to be the chicken coop. Right now it’s a pretty big mess that needs cleaned up. But I had some good helpers!

{My little man using his “rake”. Yes. Yes I did let my 4-year old use the pitch fork. I know, probably not smart.}



{Angel snuck a picture of her mama.}


While we were working Angel snuck over to the shop to watch our “landlord” Darren do some work. Do you see her there on the left side with her hands on her hips? She was actually protecting Molly. That little black blob in the middle of the picture. Darren was using a bobcat and tractor and Angel was so worried Molly was going to get run over.


I work this entire weekend and so Pat will be on his own with moving boxes. We found out that the 26′ truck we had reserved for next Saturday isn’t available and the largest they have is 20′. Well isn’t that special. Hopefully something will come available.

{Dear UHaul. Don’t say something is available on your website when it’s not. Ahem.}

Oh ya, I also decided I’m not going to paint. And not because the kids keep dumping out all the paint. And not because I’m lazy. Mostly it’s because I think it’d be better to get settled for a while and it doesn’t really need painted right now.

Ok, maybe it’s because I’m lazy. And also because we went out on Wednesday and I was planning to get all the taping done. Turns out I forgot the house key at the house in Sioux Falls. Thirty-one miles away. Jeez. So the taping didn’t happen and I learned a hard lesson of how far we are from town and it’s time to get myself organized.

Or I can just go find the sledge-hammer and get rid of stress by beating on the old fences where the chicken coop is going to be.


I think I’m gonna love farm life!



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