this has been a great weekend. we've had such wonderful family time. but we can't seem to get motivated to clean and pack. we are so ready to be out of this place for so so so many reasons. it's just that moving is such a stressful, traumatic thing to deal with. i wish we could just snap our fingers and have our stuff moved. at least we have help coming this weekend. i've had a nasty cold this weekend, and finley has it too. friday night (at 2:45 in the morning) i was awoken by the people in the apartment next to us having sex. it was loud enough to wake me up, and it lasted quite a while. i absolutely could not believe what i was hearing! then on saturday morning finley came running out of the kitchen saying "bug, yucky bug daddy! big yucky bug." there was a ginormous spider crawling across the kitchen floor that i had to smash with a container of monster trail mix. it also sounds like it's raining every night because of the water leaking out of the pipes upstairs. nothing has come through yet, but it is clearly hitting the ceiling above us, and it's really annoying. anyway. we are so ready to get out of here. we just don't want to pack. that's all