It has been several days since the kids and I all went out of the house together (without Dad). They haven't seemed bothered yet. Except today Seth said, "I wanna go somewhere." I distracted this thought with buttered toast enticements. He loves buttered toast. I'm still in my jammies. Well, so is Hazel. And Avery, actually. I'm starting to need distractions. For one, I've GOT to get my mind off my double-cracked left nipple! And the sleepy smell in my bedroom--well, maybe a candle will help that. And the floor, why does the crumb/dust/dried-cricket body part-laden floor bother me so? Then there's just the clutter that comes with a household about to be moved. Boxes, homeless random items, tape, newspapers, Lucy's swimsuit bottoms, two elmer's glue bottles, etc. Also, I'd like not to think about the pile of casserole dishes and pans from compassionate women who have served us since Avery came. First, I think I've lost track of whose is who's--or is it who's is whose--or is it whom's is whom's (is whose even a word?) You can see that a diversion would do me good. One problem is I think I've packed away all my diversion supplies. The only solution is to start leaving the house. One question, then: how do you leave the house alone with four kids four and under? Katy? Mom? Anyone? Really, I don't see how it can be done within the realm of sanity.