Sophie turns seven tomorrow.

But we're not celebrating her birthday tomorrow.

She's fine with that. I feel a bit yuck about it though. The thing is, tomorrow morning Emily has her open house at the middle school. Then I have to go to the bank and get a certified cheque for the title company - don't know how much for yet, can you believe the bank is only letting me have the final figure tomorrow? And we close on the house in the afternoon.

So, given that the day is filled with unpostponeable admin stuff, we decided to celebrate her birthday on August 7th instead. We'll be properly moved by that time, and we'll be able to give her a really special day instead of a half-hearted fit-her-in-between-the-chores-day. It is the sensible thing to do, I think. And, like I said, she's completely fine with the plan. But it still doesn't sit quite right with me.

I am looking forward to being properly moved. We're in the awful inbetween stage right now where there are boxes everywhere, meals are peculiar (can't go shopping till we're in the new house), half the things we need are packed - but yet there's still an ungodly amount of packing remaining to be done.

Got to get up really early tomorrow : I promised Steve we'd try out his high school morning routine. The high schools here start at seven fifteen every morning. Which means that Steve has to be at the bus stop at ten past six every morning. Ten past six!! It'll still be dark then, for goodness sake. I think that the high school schedule is absolutely insane - the worst possible situation for teens, whose body clocks are set to rise late and stay up late. I have no idea how my poor son is going to cope. Actually, I have no idea how I'm going to cope either. I've got into the habit of going to sleep well after 1am, and I definitely need more than 4 hours sleep if I'm going to be even vaguely functional the next day.

The good news today, though, is that my mom's blood count is back up enough that she can have her second round of chemo tomorrow, as scheduled. She still sounds tired to me, but she's keeping her spirits up and being very practical and positive about the whole thing. This time around she's going to be very careful about avoiding exposure to illness during that second week, and hopefully things will go better.