And where have I been?

Purging. Organizing. Dancing. Swimming. Talking with friends, arranging last playdates, and dealing with a million contractors. Not cooking fabulous dinners. Whipping up another dinner of ravioli and peas and praying for the best. Having a ball getting rid of stuff via Maplewood Online including all our gardening stuff (lawnmower, wheelbarrow, shovels, spades, rakes) going to the Marshall School garden. We aren't districted for Marshall, but many of our friends are, and we've spent many happy afternoons at their playground. Since 99% of that stuff came from my awesome ex-5th-grade-teacher dad, I suspect he will be very glad to see it cycle back to a great school.

Everything is on schedule (knock on wood) to close 7/25. Two more contractors scheduled to come this week. The movers show up Friday morning. My folks show up to bring the kids to Pawling (my home town) Friday afternoon.

Single parenting is super duper trying. At 8pm I am ready for nobody to touch me and I need a frickin break. I leave the house with dirty dishes in the sink and there's no one that cleans them when I am gone. Most of all I miss having my sweet baboo to go over my day with after the kids are in bed. I have lots of lovely friends that have kept an eye on me and ramped up their late-night calls, and that is amazing. But it's not my sweet, gentle husband there, and I miss him. We do, of course, spend plenty of time on the phone, but I'm not a big phone person. I spend 15 minutes on the phone with him and then sign off, and then call him again and again with other things I forgot to tell him.

For those of you who aren't on Facebook, here is our new home, in Burbank, CA:

Lots of room for guests. Book your flights. But be ready to hear me blather on and on about my beloved South Orange, New Jersey.