For Lucy, there is only one goal right now; getting warm and staying that way. When we woke this morning, she was buried under blankets, and smack dab in the middle of the bed right between Rob and I. (I guess that's why we were so warm!) Last night, she sacked out in front of the heater. And this morning, when I emerged from the shower, there was a boxer nestled in a big blue, furry bath robe outside of the tub! She had no interest at all in being outside this morning. As soon as we walked out there, she went right back to the door. Of course, who can blame her? It was only 9 degrees when I left the house this morning. I'm sick of it too!
Our house is a complete and total state of confusion, and Lucy seems to constantly be wondering what the heck we're up to? We are closing on the Florida house tomorrow, from Pennsylvania. The plan is to leave tomorrow night, with Lucy and the trailer loaded as full as it can possibly be. Lucy and I are going to stay in Florida, and start setting up the house (because we all know how easy it is to paint with a boxer baby in tow!) and Rob is going to come back home. He'll reload after being home for a couple of days, and head back to Florida.
So this means, that not only do I have to be completely packed by tomorrow night for the first run, but I also have to have the second run packed before we leave since I won't be coming back. Talk about stress... I'm really feeling it, I've gotta tell you.
If you've ever moved you can understand the stress of that situation alone. But when you add to that the fact that it's nearly impossible to find boxes (because everyone instantly crushes them!), and the fact that there are not nearly enough hours in the day, it get's even more stressful.
Lucy stood at the bottom of the stairs last night, watching as I made boxes, filled them with kitchen stuff, and then carried them out to the garage. She couldn't figure out what was going on, but Little Miss Intuitive knows something is definitely going on!