LOTS AND LOTS OF STUFF.

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Lots going on here in my neck of the woods.

We are curently living with my Mom. She is truly the most gracious as well as patient woman on the planet. I am currently wanting to slit my own throat because I have inundated her quiet home with 5 of us and the dog. Yup the dog is here too.
Our home is not quite there yet and the inspectors are doing their jobs and being pricks and not letting us move in until all the lil shit is done.
OK but I hope they realize my om and I will end up cracking before too long under these circumstances. Laundry about the dining room. OH just so much stuff.
Nest here is a big one. Allie is not going back to college this ememster. She has signed up for classe at the local college and is staying hon=me for the next few months.
She is well and ther is nothingn wrong with her she is just trying to get into a nursing program closer to home and this is how to start . So my baby is back if only for a few months.
Missi is going to the semi with a senior boy in two weeks. We still dont have dress but she is not too concerned. I cant wait to see her dressed up//
Jack is just Jack. He still isnt talking much. The hterapist has reassured me that it is going fine, I want to see more.
I am feeling better about the sale of the house. I looked down there before and they painted my bathroom green. It looked ok and im alright with thee whole thing now.
all else is fine. the kitchen in the new house has all my stuff in the cupboards and the rooms are being pulled together. I cant wait to show you all pics from our first night in. which better be soon.

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