Well, there is only so much a girl can write about baby-induced sleep deprivation.  (Well, not really.  But I do have a great deal of power over that publish button that keeps me from talking about nothing but…)

Today I tore into the girl’s closet and did the grand switcharoo.  Summer clothes in current (almost outgrown) size put away.  Winter clothes (that it’s still too warm to wear) filling drawers and closet.  Summer clothes in upcoming size sorted and readied for our impending sabbatical to the tropical island of Guam.

So now they have nothing to wear between now and next Wednesday.  I refuse to think too deeply about this chink in my great accomplishment.

And I strongly considered trying to stuff all the girls clothes (including the bank of storage drawers) into my closet with my clothes (my three wardrobes–summer, winter, maternity).  Because it drives me NUTS that Amelie gets into the clothes and wreaks havoc.

But instead I’m keeping it as is, in faith that in three months she will be three months less likely to mess up my hours of labor.

If I got paid for the amount of time I spend getting their clothes sorted, I’d be making pretty decent money.  And that doesn’t include regular laundry time.

So we’ve got the clothes ready to be packed.  Minimalist plan is to take clothes and toothbrushes.  Any thing else is luxury.

I’ve started peeking in closets.  And asking myself if it would be a good or bad idea to take things like:

-the floor mat Grandma made for Lia that Levi is just the right age for and will have grown out of by the time we get back.  My mom has hard tile floors.  And it’s got jungle animals on it.

-the shopping cart cover thingy.  Again, just the right age.  (I’m thinking this goes to the bottom of the list).

-Sabbath School quarterlies

-Christmas sheet music

-which sling/carrier will we use the most?

-BOB books and kindergarten workbooks, our usborne book about nature, and the kids yoga book

-Afrikaans books and videos, just a few…but which few?  I’m thinking the cartoon series based on Heidi.  Then Grandma can watch too.

-which Lori Wick book will I be just dying to read?  Or will I crave Maeve Binchy?  (Mom and Grandma already have Mrs. Pollifax).

 

Current plan: pile it all up on my dresser and then pack it in order of importance.  When I run out of room, that’s it!  No more!

Other than packing, not sleeping, and general happy family stuff, I’ve also spent an inordinate amount of time working on our church’s Easter program.  We’re trying to get it set up before we leave.  It’s going to be really good.  Really.  Good.  (Is that boasting?  I don’t think I’m boasting…)

Between the hours at the computer, the hours walking the crying baby, and the lifting on and off of forty-eight outfits over two small heads today…my shoulders hurt.

I’m going to really miss yoga.