Awkward Mom vs. Priorities

As if we didn't already know that hers were messed up.


So, our babysitter came over tonight. My house looks like this:

Did I ask her to play with the children, so that I could clean? Unpack? Find the missing checkbook? Learn how to cook? Figure out world peace? Take up knitting? Maybe break down a few boxes? Why am even posing these questions? We all know the answer:

Nope. Awkward Dad and I went out for chili cheese fries and saw Rock of Ages.

Because I have my priorities in order. It might be backwards order....which is still technically an order...of sorts.

I have spent the week in heaven, Readers, and I have many a tale to tell you. We have walked to the pool, twice! We have met the neighbors; they seem nice! (Didn't intend that rhyme, but I kinda like it.) We have played in the yard. We went to the farmer's market and Excellent Mom bought chard. (OK. Forced that one.) Yesterday I felt downright European; we walked to Trader Joe's (By the way, check out Crunchy Mom's Ode here.) and I bought stuff for dinner, took it home, and cooked it. OK. Burned it. But it was an attempt and I have high hopes for this kitchen, Readers. I can't exactly see the kitchen over the boxes, but those hopes are there....just gotta find them.

I am having too much fun. I love this house! I love our neighborhood! I am so busy being in love that I can't unpack. No, that isn't quite true. I did unpack somethings:

It's all about priorities, right?

The location may have changed, but the awkwardness remains. Tune in soon to hear about our house adventures. There will be plenty and they will be awkward. We always have our awkward priorities in order, we promise!