Today can best be described as harried. "Feeling strained as a result of having demands persistently made on one." Yes, that.
We awoke in northern Minnesota, travelled to Fargo to continue working on the house, signed some papers, and packed like the Beverly Hillbillies into our van for the second leg to Jamestown. We wolfed down a Pop Tart and headed to our new school for Back To School night, where the 125-year-old building was a balmy zillion degrees. We ate cereal for supper and tried to unpack the boxes which seem to be multiplying faster than we can unpack. I am exhausted.
My gratitude for today is that I plan to be snoozing in my own bed in a few short minutes.
It's amazing the longing I feel for my own Simmons Beauty Rest after a few nights of terrible sleep elsewhere. We had vacation with great sleeping quarters, but a toddler who wasn't so interested, plus a night on the floor of an empty house. So I've got a deep desire to crawl into my own bed. Good night!