I hate moving. It is very stressful for me. It is especially stressful when Grant is serving in Turkey and I am having to do it myself. It is never fun and I get all whacked out. I don't eat or sleep. I end up worrying about everything. I just can't wait for it to end. Sitting on the floor and eating on paper plates is never fun. And I hate packing every night. I would rather watch American Idol or Dancing with the stars. I really thought I didn't have that much, but boy was I wrong. I took truck loads to the DI (Great write offs for taxes!). I just keep telling myself that it will all be worth it in the end. The kids have been great helping me and actually they have been happy about moving. It sure helps. We had so many people help us. I had lots of willing men show up to help me through this tough time. They were so sweet. The piano was a bear and I couldn't have done it without them. I had family members show up to help clean and move. What a blessing. Here are some pictures of the craziness in process. I will miss this home. We have had many good memories here. Of course I cried when we left after we said our goodbyes to our friends and neighbors. I will miss them all.
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This is what Breanna thinks about moving.
The kids thought sleeping on the floor wasn't so bad.Here are the brave men who helped. David was so sweet to pick up the moving van for me and drive it the whole day.
My cleaning crew included Beth, Cherie, Johan, and the twins.
Here we are taking a break after moving for a few hours. Notice Austin trying to be in the picture. Every time I tried to take a picture he was running in front of the camera. Crazy kid!
Last few shots of our empty house.
We put our hand prints in the cement when we first moved in. We thought we should capture that memory. You can see Bre's hand next to her 5 year old hand and the twins 3 year old hands. Wow! How time flies.
Ahhh...cute Peekaboo looking out the window at her post for the last time.