There's our kitchen.
I should be more excited, but I'm over it. Which is pathetic because it's only day 15. Day 15! This is like preparing for a marathon, then petering out at mile three.
I got home from BlogHer early this morning after a long delayed flight, woke up after a few hours of sleep to get going to work, then pack for our annual Moms and Kids Camping Trip. Packing for camping is tough on little sleep, but packing when everything we need is in different bins in two different houses, is horrible. I don't want to camp, I want to nap. I'm tired, cranky, and I'm tired of digging through boxes to find yoga pants (my camping sleepwear of choice).
When I woke up, still sleepy, I saw Rocket, standing on his bed, who said to me after days of not seeing each other, "Mom! Do you know where my notebook is? I want to draw and I can't find it." I missed you, too.
