Keep On Moving On

My little family is sleeping as I finish the last of the cleaning and organizing. Binky and her rockstar husband packed, cleaned and loaded our truck along with our friend Big Poppa. I'm ready for a shower and snuggles with the girls but mostly I'm ready to be in our new home with a big fat pomegranate margarita in hand. I guess I be happy, though, because while I'm gross and sweaty (and noticed dirt in places that shouldn't have dirt), Husband has made several attempts to get lucky. Had I not been perched precariously on the side of the tub trying to figure out dog hair got on my ceiling, I would have taken him up on it.