Painting ...

....is done. - At least for now; I have to repaint a small section of the nursery as the owner's kid drew something on the wall, and I chose to try to cover it with paint instead of Magic Eraser-ing it first. (I'm not sure if I'll try ME-ing it now, or use a stain-covering substance my mom was talking about.)

Packing is almost done. SURPRISINGLY almost done. There are a few boxes to pack tomorrow night/Tuesday morning, which need to be completed at the tenth hour (instead of the eleventh, you see), but the situation's under control.

I've cleaned the kitchen, and will do a clean of the bathroom tomorrow. Then on Tuesday, a wipe around some fixtures, and a circuit with the vacuum, and the apartment is security deposit-ready. (Normally, I would stress more about the post-move clean, but this place was a D-U-M-P when we moved in, and any cleaning job I do will be better than is deserved.)

This has been planned and stressed about for a month, and, finally, it's all coming together. I'm having those "the last time I ____ while living here" moments, like it's a job that I'm leaving. Today's the last Sunday at the place - which is a great one to celebrate, actually, as, next week, we won't have to worry about keeping our voices down during football games while the baby's trying to nap. And by "we," I mean Chris. ;)

So tired right now. Time to shower and sleep, and prepare for the day ahead. It'll be a rough day, what with little errands to run and Audrey and I both having a cold. (With her runny nose and watery eyes, she's so cute, and so miserable, at the same time. It's heartbreakingly sweet and sad!) But, of course, I have to savor the last Sunday I stay up way too late at the old apartment.