It's been a week since we moved into the new house. The great news is the kids seem to enjoy sharing a room. The good news is, we have started unpacking, the bad news is, we aren't even close to unpacking. My sewing stuff is being held hostage is tons of different boxes and I've been going all week and taking the kids places that I haven't even bothered trying to unpack stuff. The kitchen is coming together slowly, but the big problem is Andy works during the day and I have one non napper on my hands. If I even think about unpacking a box C starts pulling in the fridge looking for food. No break there. The last thing Andy (and I) want to do is unpack after a long day of work/toddler wrangling. Plus I'm trying to make sure we both keep our workout routines. I'm hoping this weekend involves unpacking and organizing. Maybe a trip out of the house to buy storage bins (hah, in my dreams, Andy hates bins). I also hope to find out if there really truly is a cat living in our garage. I commented to Andy that it smelled like cat urine in the garage (having had a kitty for many years I KNOW that smell). Today the smell was horrid and there was a puddle under the car. I think the cat (if it was truly a cat) must have been trapped in the garage but escaped when we opened the garage door. I went around the garage kicking boxes and shaking loose items to see if there was a scared cat anywhere but so far so good. We locked the cat door to make sure we don't get an unexpected visitor. Don't get me wrong, I love cats but not when they are showing up to a house I'm not allowed to keep pets in. So if I get any stuff done this weekend, I guess I will update the life blog.