pinewood derby, mini zoo, and moving

My feet are throbbing and I can barely keep my eyes open at 8pm... this week is finally over. I am not sure I want to relive it through words. But, if I don't write it down... did it even happen?

Lets jump back to Tuesday, where Bronson had the Pinewood derby for cubscouts and I was in charge of Activity Day girls. Since I take the car to work, I was supposed to pick up the awards, badges, and belt buckles that night for cubscouts. When I got in the car after work I realized I had left my wallet at home. I was feeling all sorts of horrible because this was the first time in many years that our ward has done the Pinewood Derby, and I didn't want a lack of awards to be my fault. I had Bronson call of his assistants until he found someone. After activity day girls I sat in on the Pinewood Derby and once we locked up the church it was nearly 9pm. Little did we know that would be the beginning of eating out quite a bit this week.

Bronson doing his thing in cubscouts. I feel like he's earned his ticket to the Celestial Kingdom for being a cubmaster.

Wednesday was our first time running after our long 6 mile run on Saturday. My body was still pretty sore, but it had been too long! We ran 3 miles in the devilish heat of 95 degrees. Oh my word I'll never run at that time again. I was begging to die.

Thursday - was "Petting Zoo Day" at work. It really was for the patients, but since their in wheelchairs, the employees really were the ones that benefited from it. My co-workers knew of my great distaste for dogs, well, all animals in general and made fun of me so much about it. And then the Therapy Director said, "its not like its Jurassic Park, its just bunnies." And I was like, "Yeah, I can do this!" Turns out, I loved it. It was so fun to hold all the animals. There was a donkey, goat, sheep, rabbits, ducks, turkeys, chickens, and bunnies. I could have a farm, just without ducks. They are annoying. 

A curated collection of a limited edition of me + animals: 

That afternoon we got word from our landlord that we could start moving our thing, in hopes to make this move a bit easier. Can a move being easier? I don't think it can, unless the army is moving you, then I can see how that would be easier.  I went to the apartment after work before Bronson got home to inspect it, there was an invoice on the door for cleaning the carpets and didn't think much of it, and took it home and threw it away. Don't judge, I was just trying to make Marie Kondo proud. 

Clayton and Cecily -- who became our moving angels (haha), helped us so much that night. I swear "moving" or helping others move is never on someone's "want to do" list. But Clayton & Cecily made it much more bearable. 
Bronson really took advantage of all the furniture we had left to relax in. 

Thursday didn't end with my most finest moment in life. At about 9pm the manager texted me and said he needed me to keep that carpet cleaning invoice. SHOOOT. I had taken out the garbage earlier that evening. And not wanting to make a bad first impression, I had to find it. Bronson put his hands together, and I stepped on them all cheerleader like and jumped into our dumpster. I quickly identified our garbage by the ice cream carton that was inside. Found the invoice and accidentally ripped it in half in the process.

The apartment felt spacious when I walked in, which was short lived once we actually brought in our things. 

Friday - we moved all night long with Jessica, who completely saved us. We did as much as we could for as long as we could, and then needed to pick up our race bibs. She said she would keep packing while we picked up our bibs and dinner. Bless her. Seriously. Jessica & Cecily have this great knack for packing. We finally stopped at 10pm because we had to be up by 5am for the race. I was pretty anxious all day about it and just wanted to get it over with. Luckily, with all the moving I was so exhausted I feel asleep quickly. 
Overall, felt so blessed that Utah Valley Marathon would design their jackets to coordinate so well with my running shoes. 

To be continued...

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