No. 88: Summer Sundays: A Check in From Moving Day no.1

Y’all. Help.

this vintage Babar print for the nursery is one of my favorite things.

It’s 11:18pm. I have the kind of to-do list that grows like that weapon Syndrome made in The Incredibles—you know, the one that Mr. Incredible succumbs to when he believes his nemesis really shot down his family plane? I don’t know why this oddly specific visual is necessary but it’s exactly how I feel. The list attacks, multiplies, expands devours. Now, at 11:20pm, I have a sea of equally weighted tasks whispering to my fingertips. “Hurry! She needs to color-tape the finished boxes/empty that bookcase/build that box/take that shower.” But it’s almost not Sunday anymore, so it’s time to get this in your inbox. Plus, anyone who has moved in the history of time knows exactly what this feels like.

If you’ve read this week’s letter, you’ll know that these updates will be specific to each week, sometimes heavy on vacation content, a lot of times heavy on moving content. This is of course typically the On My Body & On My Plate series except I didn’t eat until 1:30pm today and what I did eat was a fruit leather. Also, I wore this—sans the sleep cap—today. I also wore it twice this week. No one was exactly asking for links for my outfit this week, you know? I look like Tim Allen in the Santa Clause and that’s just what move week is for. (The sleep cap was a fun addition after the tsunami level water and winds that came to party as I was heading back to our house for the last time.)

That sentence isn’t completely true, though, because we aren’t doing the full move-every-single-thing-we-own thing until the end of the month.