What a special hell the pack out was. I am still tired of deciding whether something goes to storage, or to post by air or by surface. Or should we bring it with us to Washington? I really don't need anything except contact lenses and money; I stuffed a two-years supply of contacts in my bag and I hope I don't live to regret my other decisions--leaving the todler bed behind was painful, and why did I throw away the butter dish? Oh well.
We are now bien installer in the Washington Suites on Pennsylvania Ave, room 913. The room is great, very sunny and has high speed internet, a zillion tv stations, and all kinds of food kids like downstairs in the breakfast room. Yesterday was Peter's first day at work, his first day ever of going to work and not seeing patients. Camille and Stefan and I wandered into Georgetown, stocked up at Barnes and Nobel (Camille is reading Harry Potter IV, but stops to read some American Girl mini-mysteries, she often has her nose in a book and Peter and I are thrilled. Reading can be such a solace.) Stefan got a "Things that Go" book. I got The Moffats to read outloud, it's nice, funny and reassuring, just what you need when you've thrown away your butter dish. And watched the car you brought your babies home from the hospital in drive away from the airport departure curb without you.