Stinky Feet

It's 1pm, and normally I would never dream of blogging in the middle of the afternoon. Between the bills and to-do list thats a mile long, there is never enough time in the day.  But I've hired a babysitter for the day and found that I was very productive today and had a free moment.

Things are starting to come together, and falling into place. Sat down this morning to tackle my to-do list and got 90% finished.  Some things are time sensitive, so while I'd love to check them off, I have to wait.  It's amazing just how much needs to get finished before the closing on the house.  I am thankful my closing wont be until January.  Not sure I could handle both closing on the Walpole house and the Denver house at the same time.

The tenants have agreed to leave the house in City Park early, well August 31.  While it's not the perfect situation, it's doable. Leslie is coming up to help with the move on the 26th, couldn't be more thankful for her help.  She's been such an amazing friend through all of this, I am blessed to have her in my life. She will help with the kiddos while the movers pack and load our things. She will  then drive with us to NJ.  We will stay there for a week or so before the drive to Tenn. Then after Tenn off to my parents in South Carolina until the 1st of Sept. My mom will fly with us to Denver and stay until the truck arrives. It will be nice to have my mom with us for two weeks.  But ugh moving sucks. I hope after January we don't move for a long long time.

One of the main reasons why I am blogging today, is I smelled Andrew's feet. I know of all smells, I walked up stairs and thought really, your feet?!!! It was overwhelming and very powerful, but I knew immediately what it was and started to laugh.  It was always a topic of conversation in our family, his feet stunk. His feet and hands after a hockey game.  Those gloves are so nasty. It's funny how I used to complain about his feet and his hockey gloves.  When he would come home from a game, I would make his soak his hands before he was allowed to come close. But his stinky feet and smelly hockey hands are what I want now. The things that made him  the man I so deeply loved.

His hockey bag is the garage, I still haven't opened it and am afraid what I will find a fungus or bacteria unknown to man. So I will move it and put it in storage until we get to the new house in January.  There is comfort though having his stuff still around.