We're packing up our house. No matter how many boxes we fill there always seems to be more. I think our stuff has rabbit genes or something. Hopefully tomorrow we'll sign papers & get the keys to our first house.
I'm a working mom with a husband and three beautiful children. My oldest has been diagnosed with high-functioning autism (I suspect my hubby is on the spectrum too), my youngest has type 1 diabetes, and I worry about my sweet boy in the middle.