The Polly’s are packed and ready to go. The bikes are in the back of my car. The diapers and wipes are in a safe, easy-to-access basket. I have brain-farted my way through this entire day. But it is finally almost over and tomorrow, I get to watch people that aren’t me carry all my heavy furniture while I drink coffee and send my kids to preschool. Or something like that.
Farewell, sweet Sophie Marie. Be kind to your new owners. Feel free to reveal to them all of your quirks and creeks that make you you…but don’t go blabbin’ about how seldom I did the dishes. Or about how many dirty clothes we could fit on the laundry room floor. See, aren’t you gonna miss us?
We will certainly miss you.