Awesome daughter

We moved out of our old house on a Thursday, and on Sunday my awesome daughter (with granddaughter) came to stay with us in the new house for almost a week.  If she hadn't, my life might have become a conversation like this:

"Hello boxes.  Yes, we've been good friends all summer.  I started packing all of you in mid-June, when we made the offer on this nice house we are now occupying.  And I continued to pack through July, when we listed and immediately sold the old house, and continued to pack through August as moving day approached. You were acquired high and low, through craigslist and (gasp) the cardboard recycling bin behind KFC/A&W.  Some of you were handled nicely by the movers, others were handled roughly, sorry.  I know, what part of a huge black arrow on each side of the box is not understand as 'this end up?' 

"But NOW I WANT TO SIT AND VEG and I don't care if you stay packed for THE NEXT TEN YEARS!"

No, no, thanks to my daughter, my wonderful driven daughter, the front room/sitting area is set up and the bookshelves loaded, the kitchen unpacked (and reorganized by her while hubby and I were out to dinner), and the master closet torn out and rebuilt.  I should have taken before-and-after pictures.  Oh, oh, don't forget the den episode: the movers couldn't get the roll-top desk into the den, so I was on the verge of switching den and guest room #2.  Actually, we were part way into the switch, as middle son and I hadn't taken the two twins out, and moved the roll-top in.

Lovely daughter said that just won't do, "I will just take off the whole den door frame so the desk can go in."  And she did! So even though the den isn't completely set up, we have the desks sited.

So much more, but it was a very productive week. Oh, and did I mention she did this while working (partly from home, but two days on the road for training in Portland), and the baby to care for, of course!

Thanks B!