It's only been a few days since I last posted, but I feel as though I've aged 300 years. Even though I was happy to move, it did not happen without tears. I have a porch full of furniture that won't fit up or down the stairs and a shower that drains through my kitchen ceiling. Both of these things caused mini spaz attacks on my part.
Plus, I don't remember where I packed my underthings or my make-up or anything really. Does anyone know where the baby is?
Problems aside, I love our new 105 year-old house and feel proud to be the owner, but if my new washer and dryer don't fit down the basement stairs, I will take an ax to the wall.