Thirty-six days. I don't know how to process this. I'm so excited. But terrified. We still don't have a place to live. Rentals are priced crazy. And they go crazy fast, just like houses!
Our house is still a complete disaster. The kids are flipping useless. It's like they don't want to go. Or don't care about their things. That's my fault. For giving them oodles of toys and clothes and junk. I don't really want to go down and throw away their stuff, but I think that's what it's going to come down to. Que sera, sera, right?
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