not getting much done because I have a hot baby in my lap. So while I wait for the Tylenol to kick in:
Twas the night before moving and all through the house
all the creatures were stirring, including my little mouse Camille
(who should have been sleeping).
The children were nestled all snug in their sleeping bags
(since we packed up the sheets already),
while loud laughing and squealing danced in mom’s head.
And dad with his drill and mom with her wrap,
were determined to put together the car’s top rack
(and everything else that had to be done before 8:30am)
but wished to settle in for a long, long nap.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but piles of shoes and clothes and other such gear.
On Calvin, on Carter, on Caleb too!
Camille is too young, we still have work to do!
Then on the truck there arose such a clatter,
things were loaded so fast it didn’t seem to matter.
Clear off the porch, take the pictures off the wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
The neighbors heard us yell as the truck rolled out of sight,
happy moving to all and off to Egypt tonight!
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Yes, the piles of junk in the background are some of things that are leaving on the truck tomorrow. And yes, I know I look like I got run over by a truck. Just keepin it real . . .
Putting together the new roof rack for our Egypt vehicle. We need a roof rack to hold the gas cans for our many desert adventures. I don’t know if I’m liking the idea of going somewhere that we have to carry our own fuel while we drive. Camille doesn’t look like she’s a fan of the idea either.
