I feel like that's what I've been doing this last week. Surviving. I've been unpacking every day since we got home on Wednesday. It has seemed like I've accomplished so much, and then I would look around and it looked like I had hardly made a dent. Today I have finally finished most of the unpacking. Tomorrow will consist of putting away the odds and ends and then Wednesday will be a full day of cleaning. And then I really hope to relax and enjoy my home!
And top of it all, today Rilo managed to split open her forehead. She hit her head on the kitchen cabinets (while doing something I've told her not to do "because she might get hurt" 20 million times). There was a lot of blood and some sheer moments of panic, but once I assessed the situation, I realized it wasn't as bad as it had first seemed. To make matters worse, Adam had unexpectedly taken my car because his happened to randomly not start this morning. Fortunately, he was close enough that he came to get us and took us to the ER.
While we were waiting for Adam, Rilo was cracking me up. She didn't want to go to the hospital so she kept trying to tell me that Collier was the one that was hurt. And that "nothing" happened to her. And couldn't we just go read a book?! But by the time we got to the ER, she was so excited. She was happy and sweet and all smiles. After a little glue, she was good to go! I'm just thankful it wasn't anything more serious and that she is going to be just fine. Hopefully the rest of this week will be a little less eventful and a little more relaxing!