a pregnant woman scrub my bedroom floor on her hands and knees.

Yeah, seriously. I'm ashamed. But apparently not ashamed enough to not let her do it.

We got so much work done today! Elecia and I cleaned out the entire bedroom--closet, dresser drawers, even the no man's land underneath the bed. (My closet shelves, which were a piled mess of sweaters, now house only a few pairs of shoes, pajama pants, a couple of sweaters, a belt, and a sheet.)

Grandma Connie watched Eliot and Zayda and fed all of us all day long while we worked, and the guys took truckloads of boxes and furniture over to the new house.

We're getting closer...