Just Rambling

Man, staying in the house sure does limit the things I have to blog about. I'm pretty sure there's an unlicensed child care service on the top floor of our building. I kept seeing parents bringing kids in last week as I looked out my bedroom window all day. The toddler that lives across the hall hates bedtime, maybe because it's so late. At 10 or 11 every night we hear her throwing a tantrum. This is not to be confused with her morning tantrum that she throws on our back porch as she runs from her family, or her evening tantrum that she throws in the stairwell. I know they'll be happy when she gets more words in her vocabulary so they can figure out what the heck she's so angry about all the time. I'm thinking about learning Spanish just so I can sit and listen to this little girl describe why she's so mad. We're moving out of our apartment at the end of the month. We'll either be moving into our house, or into my parent's house. Being on house arrest  for most of the day means a lot of time for anal retentive planning. I've researched storage units, moving vans, and even created a packing schedule. I started with things I wouldn't want other people to have to pack up for me in the event I was unable to assist. This week I'm starting with the closet full of clothes I can't wear, the dresser full of night clothes I can't wear and all these shoes I don't wear. Next week I tackle all other personal items including everything but the essentials in the bathroom. Week 3 will be things like our artwork and knick knack stuff and also the kitchen and appliances. That'll leave me one more week for random things and organizing our suitcases to move into my parents house for a few weeks. And don't worry, I probably won't be doing 90% of the work. I have packing help coming over *waves at busy body mommy*. Alright, time for me to go have a little talk with Jesus because I'm in a mood something serious today and I'm ready for it to be gone.