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You can thank David for this blogging moment. It is 7:45 a.m. and, in some sort of miracle, he is still asleep. This is particularly a miracle since, for the last several days, he has been waking up increasingly early. Saturday it was 6:45 a.m. Sunday it was 6:30 a.m. Yesterday it was 5:45 a.m.

Maybe he's making up for lost time. Or maybe he's caught his dad's head cold. I'm going to choose to believe the former.

Regardless, it has left me with a spare moment which I will choose to use for blogging instead of, say, working. Because life is all about choices.

We have a mere eight days left before the packers show up and put of all of our stuff into boxes. I'm officially at the point of no longer caring how my house looks or how clean it is because first they will pick up my stuff for me (organize, no -- pick up, yes) and then, after they are done, a woman is coming to clean the apartment. My motivation to clean the shower is also entirely gone. Fabulous.

It didn't take me much debate to decide on paying someone to come clean instead of doing a move out clean myself. I'm going to be stressed enough next week after all is said and done. If it's a matter of priorities, frugal time and using my last moments here in Tacoma the best way I know how, cleaning does not make the list at all. I think paying someone to clean for you is a tremendous waste of money under most normal circumstances. This, however, is a far cry from "normal." At this point I don't even care how much it costs.

So in a week we'll load all of the stuff the packers refuse to pack that I Must Keep (read: those bottles of lotion I insisted on getting during that Walgreens deal that I now have not used but refuse to part with), plus clothes and toys and DVDs for David (I anticipate that during this trip I will official rule our new portable DVD player the Best Purchase Ever) into our car and be on our way. We'll be driving through Wyoming, South Dakota and a bunch of other places I've never been that Luke claims are amazing and staying in mostly normal hotels.

I say "mostly normal" because Luke really wants to stay in a po-dunk town in Wyoming in between two normal sized towns. And this place only has highly sketchy motels .. and by "highly sketchy" I mean "potentially terrifying."

For example, check out this place. What's up with the random clothes pinned on the wall? Seriously.

So far the only good part about staying there that I can see is that it's cheap. So win for that.