Absence Makes the Blog Grow Dull

We are moving soon, as in next Thursday the movers will be here and put all our stuff in boxes and wrap all our furniture in bubble wrap and blankets and we will live in  a hotel for 19 days or so (but who's counting) and I will probably lose my mind before or after my patience... 

Or, I will morph into a new version of my former self.  This is the daydream I have with every move.  I always feel like a move is a chance to start over, a chance to not be the wacky screw-up who acts like a three year old, but instead become the "better me", the uber-mom, the lovely wife... in other words, NICE. The mother who doesn't get frustrated or roll her eyes or tune out the children, but instead suggests playing at the park before going to a movie before swimming in the afternoon before crafts all the live-long day before reading loads of storybooks or the same story over and over and over at bedtime without wishing you would just go away.  Her. That's the one I want to be.  The friend who doesn't forget to call, the wife who not only makes dinner (on time) but sets a fabulous table and wouldn't think of forgetting a super-fun dessert, the hostess with the mostess, the thoughtful and prepared person who never forgets a birthday and makes everyone feel special and appreciated.  She's really something.  My list of her fabulous attributes is really quite something, too.  She is everything I hope I'll be... someday. And when this blog belongs to her, she will write charming and humorous and inspiring posts each and every day complete with awesome photos, but for now...  Well, we are moving.  Soon. And I need to hide from the children while I still can.