Loose Ends

Wednesday is down, leaving only one day left in what my three year old son, Xander, is already calling "our old house." We don't leave until Sunday, but since the movers are coming Thursday, we'll be spending the rest of the time staying with family.

I had quite a bit on my to-do list today, and only accomplished about half. However, I did make it to the archery shop, which was definitely a priority! I needed to tighten the draw weight on my bow, and the hubby needed a whisker biscuit on his. (If you're not into archery, please look up the term "whisker biscuit" before jumping to any conclusions.) I'm sure it probably could have waited until we get to Dallas, as I'm sure there are plenty of sporting goods outfitters there as well, but we have a guy. And I like our guy.

I also began assembling our "move kit." We'll be without our things for a day, since the movers won't deliver on Sunday, so I'm packing a large plastic tub with the necessities. You know, toilet paper, paper towels, soap, trash bags, water, first aid kit, wipes, paper plates, beef jerky and. The essentials. This of course is not counting my personal luggage, which will contain my Kindle and OTC sleep aid, since I'm sure the first night will be a little rough.

Tonight is my son's last night to sleep in "the old house." I'm not sure if that's as relevant as it feels, but I kind of have a thing about firsts and lasts. So, I made sure to tuck him real tight, all three times that he got up for no reason, and checked on him twice after he'd gone to sleep. Now that I think about, I'm pretty sure I've been had by my preschooler. Oh well, it's not the first time, and I know it won't be the last!

This entry almost was not written today. I was in bed, so ready to go to sleep, when my husband brought up the Trayvon Martin issue. He told me the police report was out, so I of course had to get up and look into it. Unfortunately, it brings up more questions than it answers. Naturally, its an all around unsettling, tragic story, and the added points of view of a few police officers will settle very little.

I do apologize for ending on such a serious note. That's really not like me, but it was on my mind, so I figured I'd try for a little transparency. Until next time!

Thanks again for stopping by,
~Katie