Well, it seems like my hubby wasn’t at fault last night after all. He started the shower this morning and, though all the doors on the shower were closed, water still leaked through the ceiling of the floor below. (It happened right as the movers got there, so it was quite amusing!)
So now I have 4 people roaring through my house with boxes and packing tape repeatedly asking, “Need this?” And they won’t let me do anything else but watch, which I really don’t want to do because it’s just too darn depressing.
I have a migraine headache and am about to eat some chocolate and take some tylenol to go with my coffee.
Of course, the brandy on the kitchen counter is looking mighty nice too.
Good old Ellie is sitting in the family room playing Nintendo and just ignoring all the chaos.