I am ever so slowly making progress. Slow slow slow. I've fallen behind in responding to my emails.... I haven't had that problem in almost 3 years. All the days are blurring together as I very very slowly check off my to-do list. Most of our boxes are unpacked. Some of our pictures are on the wall. Many of our neighbors have been introduced (still a blur). I still don't have my own key to the apartment because the office really struggles at keeping regular hours and I'm a bad guesser (think they'll be open now... jog jog jog... nope, they're not). I finally completed our government aid application. I had all kinds of emotional/psychological issues with that, but basically I'm told the school plans on students doing that and doesn't really provide other realistic ways to get by/get insurance/etc. No wonder Pennsylvania is the state that bleeds welfare money. BUT for the time being it's either that or work full time and put Sir Oliver in daycare... and look at that face? Could you tell him goodbye and leave him with a stranger every morning if you were his mama?
PS - Sir Oliver has discovered his fists and seems to think they taste great!
2 comments:
He is a sweetie!
We moved 5 days before my first was born. You are incredibly brave! I can't imagine moving with a young baby.
Good luck! I hope you settle into your apartment soon!
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