I’m about to undergo radio silence, so I thought I’d pop in for a minute and let you know why.

Yesterday was Bryan’s birthday, which you already knew.  And we bought a house yesterday, which you probably already knew, too.

This morning has been nuts.  Out of nowhere, the Binja has gotten this horrible, hacking cough that kept him awake all of last night. (And us, too.) So he’s with me now, resting in his swing, while I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off. (And those of you who are like, “No, you’re not, you’re blogging” can freakin’ BITE ME.  I type uber fast, okay?)

Charlie got out this morning.  Found a woman walking a chihuahua.  THAT was fun.  

I think the bedrooms are ready to move.  The bathroom is packed up.  I’m now sitting in the living room and trying to figure out what to pack.  We have more books than anything else in the world, and books are so tricky to pack.  You throw too many in a box, and you can’t lift it.

I don’t own enough lexapro to get through this, I think.

We’re moving small stuff over today and big stuff over tonight.  And tomorrow we’re both going to work and the child is going to daycare and we’re going to pretend that we live in boxes all the time.

And of course, we have The Boy this weekend.  Which means an extra pair of hands.  I know he’d rather play Wii all weekend, but he’s got to help.  I’m not setting up a house by myself in time for a FREAKING PRODUCTION MEETING on Tuesday that my husband scheduled. (REALLY, BRYAN?!)

Just think, Sarah.. wine refrigerator.  Working oven and stove.  TWO BATHROOMS.

It will all be okay.

I’ll see you on the other side.