Movin' out

So, the packers/movers came today. It's been a stressful couple of days getting ready for them to come; I'll spare you the details, but let's just say that it's hard when you're waiting till the last possible moment to take down paintings, etc., so that your house looks good for realtor showings. Last night (or should I say this morning?) we got to bed after 3 am. (Side note: Our house has not sold yet. Sigh. We'd appreciate prayers about this.)

We are in Aurora until Thursday morning, but we're staying in a hotel here for the next two nights, since we don't really have furniture, dishes, etc. available in our house anymore. Thankfully, Steve's company is paying for hotels.

I'm sitting in our hotel suite right now, with Jackson unwillingly at my feet and Liam sleeping in the bedroom. Our poor pooch is so nervous and unsure about what's going on. He's whining continually, particularly because Steve left to go help the movers get stuff out of our attic. Jackson just doesn't understand what's going on, poor guy. I actually had to attach his leash to the table so that he would stop scratching at the door. Here's a photo: