Anxiety levels are mounting around here. I dented the Gutsy Dad's new car so badly that we cannot get it fixed before the move because we have to replace the whole door. Great. The movers called on Friday to tell us they were overbooked, so they are coming four days later than planned. Awesome. This means we have no wiggle room left in our pre-flight plans. Jillson is waking with night terrors. I think she can sense the stress in the house.
But nobody is freaking out more than Zephie. We went out to dinner the other night and she did this:
That's right. She unpacked the Gutsy Dad's suitcase to make some room for herself in it.
God love her.