Well, grandma is moved. Not completely unpacked, but moved.
She was very lucid today and knew what was going on and accepted it all with a positive attitude. I know that token of good cheer could change in an instant but I am grateful to have had it today. The move took twice as long as I thought it would, cost twice as much as the estimate (which I thought was suspiciously low anyway) and left me twice as much as depleted as I thought I could ever be at the end of this day. I just keep looking forward to my babes lunch on Friday, sweet Friday. I am too tired to write, and hoping I can remain awake for the whole length of Josh's imminent bath. I wonder of 8:30 is too early for me to go to bed too.
I am still trying to formulate a P.S.A. poem on toilet squatting in my head. Now you have something to look forward to!!