*phew*

We have moved to the "Big House" as Frannie calls it. She told Big Minda last week that she could not go into our old house because she could not fit into the small house. Like Alice in Wonderland, I guess, Frannie is hitting the bottle. She also told me this week "Mom I like you. And I like Grace. I don't like diarrhea."

I feel like I could nap for 5 hours right now. My body is exhausted, along with my brain. My brain hurts from trying to organize the buying and selling of two homes, fixing and cleaning them, coordinating Grace's surgery, Babies Can't Wait and her post-adoption visits. I'm exhausted from trying to please the powers at school AND trying to be a wife/Mom/handyman/party planner, et al. I will sound more perky next post, I promise.