In the process of selling our house, my husband and I forgot one tiny little detail, namely the part where you buy another house, so you have somewhere to move to. It’s not like we weren’t looking, we just haven’t had much luck. So when the people buying our house called last week and said the bank would be ready to close on Thursday, we were a little surprised and entirely unprepared.

It’s been a busy weekend. We tried to find time to pack, but between the rehearsal dinner, and the bachelorette slumber party (not nearly as entertaining as it sounds) leading up to my little sister’s wedding (far more entertaining than it sounds) and the Memorial Day festivities and my niece’s third birthday party, we just couldn’t find the time.

So, yesterday we frantically packed up all of our worldly possessions - mostly shoes and hair supplies - and moved into the “other house.” Not every family is lucky enough to have an “other house,” but my parents always kept a spare in case they eventually came to the conclusion that they couldn’t stand each other. (They eventually did come to that conclusion, but the “extra house” was way too close to the regular house, so it remains unoccupied.)