How quickly we forget

In my former life, I had a lunch meeting every first Tuesday of the month at my kids' daycare center. If it hadn't been for the email from my former coworker, I never would have remembered that today was the first Tuesday. I had tried to call her last week, but she was sick, so I tried her again after lunch today. It was so great to talk to her and hear about everyone in the office. One of the things I miss the most now that I'm a SAHM is the adult interaction I enjoyed so much at my job. Believe me, I love my kids. However, it sure is nice to talk to someone and actually understand what they are saying (I'm home with a 2 and 1 year old), or to hold a discussion that doesn't include contents of diapers, or just having to chase someone around to get them to wipe their nose. It's the little things...

In addition, I'm miserable because I'm surrounded by boxes and bins. Boxes and bins of things that need to be unpacked, moved, washed, dried, folded, put away... I've emptied three boxes in ten days. I'm looking at a box that is #161 of the things the packers packed for us. We probably had about 100 boxes and bins that we had already packed. Let's just guess that there are about 250-300 boxes in this house. I want some space in this house so we can move around comfortably. However, I can't unpack when the little ones are home. Yesterday I took a tour of a local day care center. I'm going to have to put the kids in either for a few days a week or full time until I get the house unpacked; then I'll definitely drop to part time. We're all miserable living like this; it's no fun. I know I'll be much happier when things are organized and put away. I cannot stand living with clutter, and the house feels cluttered.

Off to sleep, now that I'm crashing from my sugar high. The neighbors here gave out really great candy, mostly stuff I like. That's a huge problem because I just sit with the girls' baskets in front of me and search for all the yummy candy.