Introducing my new china! I did two loads of dishes last night, and I’m packing the mismatched set of breakables today as soon as the kids are off to school. Speaking of school… finals are coming up. Gulp.

This has been our kitchen table here at Little House since we moved in and it was painfully clear the giant farmhouse beast of a table from the House of Broken Dreams would not fit. I picked it up on Craigslist, it has served faithfully and well, and has seen more hours of homework that I care to log. It’s yard sale bound. We shall be picnicking with our new fine china. On the floor.

Somewhere under there is Jeffrey. Bean and Abby are already up (it’s not even 7 am yet) and at the neighbor’s house playing with and feeding their cats. They’ve taken their task of caring for them while the neighbor’s are away VERY seriously. Bean thinks if the cats are not fed by sun-up, they’ll die, like strange anti-vampire felines. Whatevs- gets him up and dressed and happy. I may ask them to let him keep feeding them until we move.

The odd assortment of crap that has accumulated on my dresser as I pack my room. I really hope there’s nothing embarrassing there. Doesn’t every mother have ear-care solution, superglue, oak-gall ink, a jar of teeth, a philips-head screwdriver and an old butter crock full of rocks on her dresser? Yes, I always keep my screwdrivers in a Sephora bag. Don’t you? All is well in Zion.