Madelyn is somewhere in Iowa, driving a car packed full of her worldly belongings, moving here. I am frantically trying to get everything in order. Because the last thing a person needs after driving thousands of miles is to find a place for her stuff among piles of half-finished centerpieces, magazine cutouts and crafting supplies all over the place. Plus there's a big deadline tomorrow for which I am not nearly as prepared as I should be, 24 hours out.
So as much as I would love to spend an hour writing a post to get me motivated, I should really get going. That bathroom is not going to clean itself.
Drive safe, Madelyn!