Yesterday, when Jonah ran off the school bus and bounded into the house, I woke abruptly from a sound sleep on the sofa. I must have fallen asleep while checking e-mail. My brain was all fuzzy and it took awhile to remember where I was and what was going on. 

We've been working 14 hour days for a few weeks now, and it's catching up with me. Even after the horror of moving all the crap from one town to another was over, there was still more work to do. 

While things seemed to be in top notch condition on the house on the last walk through of the house, there were some problems. The previous owners of this house were 85, so they let things slide for the past decade or so. The toilet in the mid-century pink bathroom leaks. The kitchen cabinets were caked in two years of grease and dust. Everything needed to be scrubbed before I unpacked the dishes. I can't find the oven mitts. Then there's all the paperwork with starting in a new school district. 

I spent four hours pulling together the calendar for the kids and figuring out the new computer system for Jonah's school. There's the learning curve for finding things in the new supermarket and the new bus stops. Everything takes a little longer and requires a little more thought, since we can't go on automatic pilot yet.

We'll get there.