Things which have split Madison's world in two since 8am this morning.

Max snores at night.

I won't buy her (another) webkinz.

She only has 244 Pokemon Cards, what is this? A third world country?

Answer to question: "What are we doing that's fun today?" is "I don't know, what are you going to do to make today fun for you?"

Max has the nerve to love Transformers and discusses the water gun he'd like RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! (Tears.)

Has fit because I again refuse to buy her another Webkinz.

I point out to her that how she's acting is sort of how a brat acts.

"You called me a brat. That's why I'm have such a bad day."

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The last time we moved was 1998, I was newly pregnant and finishing up my semester at college which ended 5 days before we moved. I packed our 500 square foot apartment in 4 days. My brother in law called almost daily to remind me he wasn't going to help if I wasn't all packed. That he didn't want to be sitting around while I frantically tried to get boxes ready for the truck.

In 4 days I packed everything in our apartment and had everything specifically labeled: where it belonged and what was in it. It took us a total of 3 hours to load the truck, drive to the new house and unload the truck.

I'm not ashamed to say I gloated wildly.

Of course the last time we moved I'd only been on my own for a year and it was just the two of us. We've been here nine years and have brought two new people into our world in that time. There's a lot more stuff. But still, I never thought packing could be this much fun.

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In between packing I'm writing here and also here and then we're making bubbles, play dough and sidewalk chalk. Hopefully this activity will not cause Madison's fragile sense of the world split in two.