This is what my house looked like when we were living in it. Not dirty but pretty cluttered and as I like to call it, lived in.
The playroom, aka the formal living, was always covered with some smatterings of toys.
Somehow I was able to put everything we own into boxes. I worked for a month, trying to pack like the tortoise, slow and steady wins the race.
But of course, at the end, it's nothing but a mad scramble to get all of those last minute things shoved in somewhere. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
Somehow, miraculously, we were able to get all of our belongings into one U-Haul moving truck. We opted to move ourselves instead of having the military move us, that way we get the money instead of a moving company. We're still waiting to hear exactly how much we'll pocket, but from my calculations can you say, "
Cha-
ching!"?
After spending day 1 loading up the truck and thanking our lucky stars that the Houston weather was neither sweltering or sauna, we still had lots, and lots, and lots to do.
All of these things you see scattered around had to be put somewhere, and put there fast because there was a house that needed a good cleaning. We're hoping that our house will show and sell better after all of our crappy stuff is moved out.
Somehow, and I really can't tell you how exactly we did it, we found all of the clutter a new home, touched up the wall paint, dusted, cleaned the ceiling fans, vacuumed, washed bathrooms, mopped, swept the garage,
steam vac-ed the carpets, miraculously removed some stubborn carpet stains with spray bleach (?!!!), wiped out the turned off
refrigerator, etc. All while trying to keep three kids and one dog from driving us insane.
Jerry now will know that when I say we need all day to clean the house, I really do mean all day.
When we finally said our good-byes and walked out of the house, at least for me the last time, I left knowing that I was leaving it as clean and well-maintained as any 8 year old house that has seen as much life as ours has.
It was a great house and my prayer is for another family to buy it and have a great life in this house just like we did.
Thanks house. It was real.
This is what my house looked like when we were living in it. Not dirty but pretty cluttered and as I like to call it, lived in.
The playroom, aka the formal living, was always covered with some smatterings of toys. 
Somehow I was able to put everything we own into boxes. I worked for a month, trying to pack like the tortoise, slow and steady wins the race.
But of course, at the end, it's nothing but a mad scramble to get all of those last minute things shoved in somewhere. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
Somehow, miraculously, we were able to get all of our belongings into one U-Haul moving truck. We opted to move ourselves instead of having the military move us, that way we get the money instead of a moving company. We're still waiting to hear exactly how much we'll pocket, but from my calculations can you say, "Cha-ching!"?
After spending day 1 loading up the truck and thanking our lucky stars that the Houston weather was neither sweltering or sauna, we still had lots, and lots, and lots to do.
All of these things you see scattered around had to be put somewhere, and put there fast because there was a house that needed a good cleaning. We're hoping that our house will show and sell better after all of our crappy stuff is moved out.
Somehow, and I really can't tell you how exactly we did it, we found all of the clutter a new home, touched up the wall paint, dusted, cleaned the ceiling fans, vacuumed, washed bathrooms, mopped, swept the garage, steam vac-ed the carpets, miraculously removed some stubborn carpet stains with spray bleach (?!!!), wiped out the turned off refrigerator, etc. All while trying to keep three kids and one dog from driving us insane.
When we finally said our good-byes and walked out of the house, at least for me the last time, I left knowing that I was leaving it as clean and well-maintained as any 8 year old house that has seen as much life as ours has.
A few days before leaving Houston, we spent a few hours chillin' at the 'hood pool. The kids absolutely love it when Jerry comes to the pool. Instead of just floating around in the water like me, occasionally catching a jumping baby, Jerry gets all into it. 
But not all dads can do this with their kids. That's OK. Not all dads need to. Don't let Jerry make you feel guilty for not playing with your children. There are many types of dads out there.
What you can't see it that Jerry squatted down and launched Josh up into the air. Again, not all dads need to be able to do this. Besides, Josh is a thin little thing, easily launched into the air.
Now, some of you dads may be feeling kind of bad by now. Paige is not a light little thing. She's quite stout and a giant walking muscle. Jerry makes it seem very easy as he lifts her into the air for the one thousandth time, and...
...launches the muscle rocket into the sky! 
Wow! Did you see that, mommy?
Don't tell the other dads, honey, but I'm tired. Bone, doggone tired.
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