It's now 4:30am and we are still going. I know I gripe about my daughter sometimes but the woman is a maniac. If she ever has to organize her own house she'll do just fine thank you. She has packed so many boxes it is incredible. I am cleaning the kitchen and just now taking a break. I will be running the dishwasher and then packing the dishes. The rest of the things are packed and Peter is almost done with his room. I have emailed my boss that it is highly unlikely she will be seeing me at work tonight or perhaps even tomorrow night. I need some time off for family leave if nothing else. I am sure we will have something good for dinner and then crash early. The dog has been awake all night too as she is anxious about the packing. She will not leave my side. I should have taken a picture of her standing on her tiptoes looking into the moving truck to see our things. It was precious. She wouldn't go up the ramp to look.
I am so tired now I am looney. I don't know if I'm coming or going. I just want to spif the place up a bit before we leave. The boxes will go on the truck as soon as I can muster more energy. Thank goodness Kevin(my other son
) will be here at 7am. On that happy note, I should get going and do more. My room is still waiting though I've packed most things but a few pieces of clothing.
Fortunately most of those involved had good voices but there was one shy little gal who did her best with "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," and another older very drunk man who tried to do a Ricky Martin song. That was probably the entertainment of the evening. We left shortly thereafter, Peter in near hysterical laughter.
I wish I was off tonight and could sit by the lake and take some pics of the moon. Alas work calls and I must answer. 

