Boxes, boxes everywhere, and not a drop to drink... Okay, I know that doesn't make any sense, but "boxes, boxes everywhere" is running through my mind like a mantra, and whenever I say "something, something everywhere" (which is surprisingly often) I have to say "and not a drop to drink" afterwards or I don't feel right. Even though it's wrong. Aside from not making sense (unless you are saying "water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink"), it is also a misquote of a misquote, which really doesn't make any sense. Yes yes yes, I do know it is "nor any drop to drink" but it never comes out that way when I think of it. Never mind. If you are following this, then you get major English Lit geek points from me. If you have no idea what I am talking about, just disregard, or go get some education here.
I am indeed surrounded by boxes. Boxes everywhere. Just when I was getting a handle on unpacking and processing our massive shipment of shwee from Germany, our storage items arrived from Washington. Folks, we have way too much stuff. I am trying to be patient. I am trying to deal with our overflow in the best possible way for everyone: selling or finding worthy homes for all our extra stuff, but sometimes I just wanna give it all the good ol' Heron Island float test and be done with it.
I am feeling seriously ADD, wanting everything in its place and looking fab right now. I also am needing to find a good preschool for Jillson right now. She is very tired of her parents, and is asking to go play with her friends at school. (We went to church on Sunday and she gave us the Heisman as soon as she saw the children's chapel.)
So far I have visited two preschools. One feels slightly better than the other, but neither feels awesome. This is so different from our experience overseas, where we walked into Jillson's Kindergarten and knew within 30 seconds that it was perfect for her. I am hoping to get the "I just know this is my wedding dress" feeling from the next place. The website is most promising. And pressure is on because spots are filling up at every preschool and patience is running out at home.
I know instead of listening to me whine you'd probably rather see pictures from our vacation, Jillson's birthday, our new home, or our first weekend on the lake here in Kansas, but you'll just have to wait. The boxes beckon...