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By the time I got my pajamas on, I could barely pull them on. I was that tired. For two straight days--possibly two hundred-- we had been moving. Lifting boxes, lifting more boxes, hoisting furniture, hoisting more furniture. We had movers coming in the morning to move the big things, but there were plenty of small ones. (I'd even argue that there were some small things that were pretty big!)
In any case, I got my pj's on and headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and there, on the floor, was my husband doing push-ups. What?!?!? (I might have said something stronger than that.)
I am sometimes in awe of his energy. Maybe I'll feel like doing a push-up in about a week, but right now, even that feels like a long shot. Tomorrow, there will be more boxes. (And work... And slicing...) Nope. No push-ups for me!