These days of unpacking and sorting and arranging don’t really lend themselves to gripping blog posts.  Each day is much like the last, so it seems a bit drab to log in and say, “Hey, another day of unpacking and wondering how we accumulated so much junk.”

This morning I wrote an e-mail to Michael that I thought you might like to read.  I usually snap at my children for “reading over my shoulder” when I’m on the computer.  But I’ll give you permission to read my e-mail.  Have a great day!

I was having such a good morning, getting lots accomplished, and then I set out to do the very simple task of submitting time sheets.

After I got it all entered in (with children milling around me, getting into things, asking a gazillion questions, etc.), and I exported it to save as a Word doc… for some reason it would NOT show up in the files.  I looked and looked, re-exporting it, overwriting the file, etc.  Lilly got knocked over and screamed.  Luke was banging things with a piece of pipe.  Isaac left a hot-cocoa ring on the counter.  I was sweating, roasting hot, so frustrated, not understanding where the file could be.  I looked.  I typed in different things. I checked my spelling.  Everything.  Finally I decided to restart the computer before hollering at you for help.  Of course, the restart failed because iPhoto wouldn’t quit.  Since the restart aborted, I decided to look one more time for that blasted file.  Of course, there it was, in plain sight, sitting there listening to its iPod with its ears plugged, blissfully unaware that I had been calling and calling.  I couldn’t decide if I was happy to find it or mad that it had eluded me.  Off it went in the e-mail, whistling a happy tune, while I was swearing and kicking at it wishing it would at least realize how upset I was.

Love, Christie