Dear Children, you were so excited to have family come visit. You cried when they left. Dear Sis, Thank You so much for coming and making my birthday so happy. I love you. And I missed "my other kids". Dear Moving, I Hate You! I didn't pack. It looks like there has been an explosion. My kids are running wild. I hope I live through this one. Dear New House, you were not livable. Now you look pretty good other than the gross inside of cupboards that has mouse poop. Oh didn't I tell you we decided we might as well add some mice to the mix. Dear Roach, there I was minding my own business washing my hands in the kitchen sink and a ginormous roach crawls out of the drain..while I am washing my hands..I freak..screaming, drop the phone, run. I tried. I really did but it crawled out of the sink and onto my concentrated bug poison, turns around and looks at me...I'm not joking. The kids are witnesses. It was threatening me. I might as well tell you the worst part, heck why not. I ran next door where the landlord was working on the roof and had him get down, yes, you read that right. I had him get down. He came and killed it, but turned white and left the house and kept saying "that was really big". I made him promise not to tell anyone. But I just did so now we all know that I have not fully recovered from my roach phobia. Dear Birthday, I am 33. I don't like it. My body and mind feel old and worn out. But I have a feeling this is going to be the best year in a long time. All the kids decorated and made me cookies and jumped out and surprised me. It was so cute. It really was the best birthday that I can remember in a really long time. Dear Friday, I am moving. I am sure it's chaos. Thank You W & W for spending the day helping me! Dear W, you made my birthday feel special and happy. You are so thoughtful and kind. Thank You for all that you do for me. You make me happy. Dear Self, I am a little stressed. Moving does that to me especially when I already have a full schedule. Keep it together and fall apart later.
