Critical Mass

Moving hit critical mass this morning.  Everything arrived as it should.  Boxes and boxes and boxes.  But I couldn't find the box with my socks and underwear.

Epic crisis.

After waking the entire household with the clatter of shifting boxes, I did succeed in finding it.  I am dressed.  There is coffee. There is knitting.

There also appears to be moving schmutz on my desk top.  Please forgive.  It will be taken care of shortly.

I have an hour till I head off to work (still watching my grandkids while mommy works) but till then, it is quiet and still.  I love all my wee kiddies beyond measure but their energy and constant movement, well, it's just nice to have a place to escape to.