Boxed In

Yesterday was the last night we'll spend in this house. There will be more days, but no more nights.

I was prepared for more nights. Totally and completely prepared. Until Kyra decided it would be great fun to start ripping the identifying stickers off the moving boxes. Then, after tearing the stickers off became boring she though it would be HUGE fun to start playing in the chemical boxes. You know, the opened box of cleaning agents I'll be using in heavy supply for the next few days. Yep, that was the next box Kyra decided would be an excellent choice to play in.

What's that? I should have left out some of her toys? Oh, silly me. I did!

Toys which include, but are not limited to, baby dolls, strollers and $50 worth of BRAND NEW BOOKS for the child. But apparently none of those are all that much fun when you're boxed in.

So I gave Jeremy the option. We could either get a hotel room for the rest of our stay in New England or he could choose to lose his sanity while I scream at him in frustration because Kyra is into everything she's not supposed to touch.

Its always better to scream at your husband then your kid, I like to say.

Even still, the house is being emptied as I type this. Soon we'll have a hollow shell and nothing left to do but clean it until is shines and sparkles again.

Ah, I'll miss this house. The neighbors were quiet- most of the time. All the dogs were friendly. And I had a kitchen with all the counter space I need to make my Thanksgiving dinners.

All that is left is one full day of cleaning, one trip to the airport to pick up a bunch of sailors, and one last Toddler Time at the library for Kyra, then we're off to the land of Sweet Tea.

**exasperated sigh**