We are closing on our new home this week. We move at the end of the month. Between closing and moving, we have rooms to paint, roofing to do, carpets to install, carpets to clean, two entire houses to clean from top to bottom and still feed everyone, get everyone to school, Tae Kwon Do, dentists, doctors and the like.  Now, I know what ya’ll are saying “Well, Honey, June Cleaver would do all of that and more while serving homemade, fresh-from-the-oven biscuits to Wally and the Beav (and really – what kind of names are those for your children, June??) while donning a leather-and-lace garter belt and FM heels get-up for Ward and serving up his evening martini from her cleavage. So quit-yer-bitchin’ chica.” And while I don’t disagree that June could probably do all that, she only had two children deal with and I have five. So I win, June. Eat it.
And speaking my five lovelies have I mentioned that 5 and 7 fight like MMA ultimate fighters at the drop of a hat and that 3 and 1 have a love-hate-love again thing going on that usually ends in tears or giggles (these emotional rollercoasters bite). So, with the move and all the house stuff we have on the go, I have a feeling that we’re in for some good times…
But, I’ll try to post pictures as much as possible along the way and plan to do our Good Friday and Easter Sunday report later this week. Between packing, puking (it’s just stress and nerves, people!) and refereeing I have nothin’ but time on my hands. *grin*
And, with that, Honey Badger, the happy, stressed, funny and frazzled housewife, pulls herself voluptuous self together regains her sense of fabulousness and posts:
