Distracted

I've lost a bit of my blogger groove over the last week, which is kind of a bummer since I know if I do not write about something right after it happens (i.e. Christmas), I probably won't get to it. We've been out of town; we spent Christmas up in Bountiful with Mark's family. We had a fantastic time, but now that I'm home, I'm up to my eyeballs in upcoming events. The movers are coming on Friday and I have our annual New Year's party on Saturday. I usually put a lot of thought into the party and I am afraid that it has hardly crossed my mind yet because of the move. Moving is all-encompassing. I've got the internet set to be installed on Friday, along with the phone lines and satellite dish. I tried to spend today packing, but Jane was not cooperating much. She seems to be suffering from attentive-relative-withdrawal and had a couple long crying jags (not normal for her). In the middle of my big Christmas deco take-down and packing mess, I got a call from someone wanting to see the house. I really felt like saying "NO", but I just can't do that. So I had a whole fourty minutes to clean the whole house; I was still wiping down an upstairs sink when they landed on my doorstep. I had to hide the windex and rag in the bathroom cabinet. The house was actually presentable, which is a festivus miracle considering the state it was in when I took the phone call. Those people better buy my house after putting me through that whirlwind cleaning. Poor Jane-- she was crying the whole time I was cleaning and continued to cry while the people were in our home. The man said, "Wow--she is sure upset. I have a 6 month old granddaughter and she is just perfect and happy all the time". I looked at him and just said, "Thanks". His wife/girlfriend gave him an elbow nudge and he said, "ummm . . . sorry!". The movers come Friday morning, so I still have alot of work to do (please please please cooperate Janie!!!!)I'm guessing I might get to party planning on Saturday. Ugghh. I hate not being prepared.