procrastinating

It is 8:30 the night before we are supposed to get the keys to our new house. Marcelo is working and my kids are finally asleep. I should be packing, i should be doing something to organize for the move this weekend. Instead I have checked my email, my myspace, called my mother in law and am now writing here. I have been so antsy the past few days...waiting and waiting for the time to come when we can finally start moving boxes over. Now that the paint is finally dry and the fence is up and beautiful I am feeling overwhelmed...a little nostalgic too. Will every thing go as planned, will the kids be happy.. I am sure they will, they have been so excited up to this point.

Nicolas is up and asking for water so I suppose this is my que to get up and start putting the rest of this house in boxes.