I am surrounded by hum. The hum of the washing machine. The hum of the dryer. The hum of the dishwasher.
It's comforting. It means that even though there's so much to be done, things are getting done.
The unpacking is slow going, as the children has been completely thrown off kilter, making them very needy. I love all of our snuggling and holding and reading and playing, it just means that by the end of the day, when I need to put our home in order, I'm spent.
I wish there was some magical way all of our boxes could be unpacked. With a twitch of the nose or a twist of an Oreo. One afternoon, as a young girl, I stood in the middle of my extremely messy walk in closet and tried to unlock the magic with a twist of the Oreo. For real. It didn't work. And I don't think it will work this time.
It will all get done. I know it will. And in the meantime, I'm enjoying my late into the night talks with Ryan about how we want our home to feel. So many of you have been asking me to post photos of our new place as soon as we're unpacked.
You better believe I will.
Perhaps it will feel like you're all coming over. Now that would be fun.