Okay, I think most of us girls remember yelling for Dad when we saw a bug of a bug of any kind {okay not rollie pollies, I loved those} But you know what I am talking about. Well I recently noticed that when there is a bug on the floor or on the wall in our house I {yes ME} am the one who is rushing at it with a shoe or paper towel. Just last night my son was brushing his teeth in the bathroom and started saying "bug, bug" I told him "no hunny bugs are outside" Well silly me was wrong, there was a nasty little pincher bug crawling on the bathroom floor, my smart little boy kindly pointed it out as I smashed it with toilet paper. He seemed a little upset that he no longer had a bug to watch, but I was so grossed out that I washed the bathroom floors. I HATE BUGS, yet I have now taken on my Mom responsibility to deal with them quickly and without fear {well without showing fear} I am now more thankful than ever that everytime I would yell at my parents to get the bug they would take care of it for me. I guess my time was always coming but I just didn't want to admit that it was now my duty. I just hope that I never have to be the one to catch the mouse thats in the house....or worse. If there was ever a snake "problem" I don't think I could do it, my Dad may be getting a call. All the more reason to move closer to Boulder, in case of any rodent emergencies, my father won't be too far away. As far as moving goes we are actually moving forward in the whole process. We have had our "walk through" with the apartment people, so they could tell me what to clean, we have an appointment to see a house in Westminster this week, and I have already started packing. When I realize how mu ch I can actually pack ahead of time I have to pause and ask myself if I really need all this stuff, and most of the time, I do. I may not be using it in the next month and a half, but I will use it sometime in the future, so I am not going to get rid of all my belongings just to make it an easier move {although it is tempting} I have been cleaning and packing most of the day, but my son and I took a much needed break to go down to the pool. He loved getting out and splashing around, and so did I. I have to make sure to make plenty of time for him and not get too caught up in my moving frenzy. There is only so much I can do in advance, but I know I will be very happy that I started early as moving day gets closer. We have actually moved up our moving day, simply to be more "attractive" to people renting out their homes, many more people will wait 17 days into the month than those who would wait 24. Even though in the long term it wouldn't make a huge difference, it seems to be a big deal to the land lords I have talked to. So our countdown is now down to 53 days. I know this sounds far away, but as fast as time goes, I want to stay ahead of the moving game. Now that my little man is napping I will fold his clothes and bake some brownies, you know, "mom" stuff :)
Kelly Callahan
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