I'm not actually sure, but Ish and I have either been suffering from the same awful allergy attack or the same awful cold, or the same awful allergy-attack-turned-cold. It's not pleasant. He's missed a day of work and I've been knocked on my ass AGAIN, in the middle of trying to unpack and settle us in. I didn't think I could feel any more tired or stressed or achey (prior to having a baby) than I did already, and yet.
We've discovered through a process of elimination that we might both be allergic to the new carpet. Awesome!
Also, we're having a very serious issue with laundry that I don't have the energy to write about yet. Wait till you see photos. By now, our neighbors must think we're crazy. Or on meth.
Two different cats jumped the fence, and one of them peed in the downstairs shower.
At the rate we're going, I figure I will feel "moved in" by Thanksgiving.
Fun fact: Ish's parents come for a visit this Saturday!
I note for the record that this Saturday is not Thanksgiving.
And now I drag my wheezing ass back to bed.