*So for 3 days now I have been trying to get them to put the pizza in the oven. tonight I don't have much n me and Iwas stuck for a while I made a little more head way but just a little. I reworked this a few times and it is still a mess. So it is time to stop and let you take a look*

She turns back to the windows and I follow her gaze into our back yard in the early stages if twilight. A slight grey has crept into the quality of light.
“What do you mean Honey?” Asks Justin from Behind me. But I can see. The leaf and twig “picture” that she made earlier has been disassembled and sorted in to piles of similarly shaped leaves sticks and twigs. It is all very neat and again it is not moving.
“Look” I say, pointing out the window. “I wonder who did that?”
“Why did they do that Mommy?” I can hear both wonder and hurt in her voice.

Finally found a good place to stop wrting tonight.

*Here all I was trying to do was get them to get Dinner and the uncooked pizza is still sitting on the stove*

I have hardly slept when the door opens and a screeching cat flies into the room and on to the bed waking both me and Helen. Helen immediately begins to cry and I scoop her into my arms. My heart is pounding as the second cat flies in knocking into the stack of boxes and then under the bed.
“Justin! Why did you open the door?” I yell. I am remorseful for this as it makes Helen cry harder. “Oh sweetie it’s Ok, The cats are just being a bit nuts in the new house. They would wake anyone with that racket but I bet it is time to get up anyway.” I stroke Helen’s hair as she cries into my shoulder. After a minute or two she begins to sniff back her tears. I hug her and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.
“You called?” Justin says sticking his head in the door way.
“Well, the cats opened the door and woke us up badly slamming through the door. Why did you open it?” I ask as calmly and as matter-of-factly as I can.
“I didn’t, I just got back with the cats and a take and bake pizza I figured you two would be hungry I was trying to figure out the oven when I heard you yell.”
“Well, maybe I didn't latch it well. I am sorry.”
“Thats OK I would have thought the same thing.”

As my feet hit the floor I hear the cats hiss from under the bed. It makes me start and Helen lifts her head suddenly and slams it into my ear hard enough to make me gasp. She starts to whimper again.
“Its OK that was all just very surprising sweetie. Are you OK?”
“I think I got scared, Mommy.” I hug her tight as I stand up carefully testing my knee and hoping that the cats won’t swipe. There is only a dull throb from my knee letting me know that I hurt it but that it wont’ give out, yet.
We head out into the Hallway and find Justin coming out of the bathroom.
“The cats managed to spill thei litter box already. I put it behind the toilet. Seems to be the perfect spot. Somehow they managed to upend it and dump the liter all over the floor behind the toilet.” He said. Standing and listening to him my knee begins to hurt. I lean against the wall. The wall is icy cold. I rebalance Helen who is clinging to me as she does when she is tired.
“Well they are obviously in a snit or something because of the mood. Probally took issue with the litter box for some unexplainable cat reason.”
“Yeah I know”
“This wall is way too cold. Let go Down stairs. Helen can Daddy carry you. Please dear”
“Yes” they both say with a great deal of happiness. we all head down stairs together.
The Staris are polished with a oriental style runner held down by thing brass rods. It is more autentaious than I would have chosen but I like it all the same. It add a bit of elegance to the somewhat casual entryway.

We walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The Pizza looked large on the top of the stove. There were a few boxes open around the kitchen. One was even empty.
“Yeah and empty box!”
“Do remember what Box has the Pizza Cutter or the kitchen sheers?”
“Not off the top of my head but at least one of those is listed on the where am I important sheet. I think it is on top of the boxes in Helen’s room” My back is to him as I say this and I hear him leave the room and head up stairs. I look at the writing on the empty box, it says plates and bowls, I look around for the silverware box. Of course it is at the bottom.
“Helen Sweetie do you want to help Mommy?” I ask. I turn around when she does not respond. She is not in the kitchen. “Helen, where are you sweetie?” silence greets me. I look into the Hallways and the Dining room since I can see them without taking a step. I don’t see her. “Helen!” I call out louder trying to keep my voice happy not to sound anxious or angry. I walk into Dining room and it is empty only the chairs, Table and empty china cabinet.

I walk through the equally empty Living room. And into the entry way and to the bottom of the stairs. “Helen!” I call again. Feeling a little of that mother’s fear drifting into my voice and chest. Still silence. “Justin!” I call loudly. He rounds the corner and steps into view at the top of the stairs with such timing to my growing worry that I jump. “Is Helen with you?”
“No I left her in the kitchen with you.”
“She seems to have wandered off. I am not used to having this big a place to try and find her in.”
The responds as he comes down the stairs. “I’ll go through the living room and you go the other way and we will meet in the Den.”
“OK sounds good.” I am moving on my assigned path before I finish speaking. I walk back down the hallway we walked dow just a few minutes ago and through the kitchen a down the hall towards the Den. I stop and look in the mud room bathroom to find it empty. As is the Mud room. I walk into the Den where many of the Boxes are. It has become a Maze in here. We will need to Move these and empty these.  Once I can see all of the French Doors I see Helen standing by them. She is standing very still with her head cocked to one side, in either deep thought or concentration. Helen sweetie I was looking for you.”
She whirls around and looks at me startled. “Sorry Mommy, I was looking out side. Something happened out there”

* I have written more than this today but I am leaving you with this short bit as I feel you need to have more to read tomorrow and this is too sweet for to be saddled with the awkard stopping place the rest is at*

I follow him out of the room and then I go into Helen’s room. As I shut the door behind me I see Helen in her classic sleeping position knees tucked under her and butt in the air. My mother always told me I slept like this. To me because of her strong resemblance of her father with her fair skin, eyes and hair, I take this as a strong indication of my genes in her. She is really sound asleep I am frequently amazed at how fast she falls asleep some times. I have never had that ability.
I lay down next to her and curl around her. Her even breathing and warm sweet breath are relaxing to me I find the sound of her sleep are soothing and I can melt into the mattress. The room is comfortable warm and I can hear the movers moving things into the room below shifting the boxes and making things work. I am glad for the floor plan and the work we did on paper I know that It will be as we planned. Unpacking can wait. Sleep is needed. I hear movement in the hall way as sleep takes me and I wonder what needed to come up stairs, but the peacefulness of a sleeping child gives me the peace I need to fall asleep.

*I think I missed writing a paragraph here but there is the next part.*

I open the suitcase and find on top of everything my favorite grey sweats. Thinking of the promised nap and the obvious stress the day has brought on myself this seems to be the perfect choice. I strip off my wet jeans and turtleneck. And the warmth of the soft sweats are more welcome than I Imagine. My knee is puffing up a bit obviously not a simple bruise but I don’t think it is quite bad enough for a visit to the doctor today. I promise myself I’ll go tomorrow if it still hurts. There is a knock at the door. “I’m comming in Hon” says Justin through the door. He slowly opens the door and comes in with the first aid kit. “Let’s see that knee.” he says
I sit down on the edge of the bed and he sits next to me. I gingerly scoot the cuff elastic of my pants over my knee involuntary sucking in breath as my fingernail push into the puffiness of the swelling.
“Well, that isn’t going to be pretty.” says Justin as I hear the slight pop of the ice pack as he squeezes it to activate it. He looks at my knee and then meets my eyes. He hands me the ice pack. “Here you put this on I don’t want to make it hut more. And you should lay down with Helen she is curled up in her quilt and sleeping on her bed.”
“Wow she fell asleep fast and Yeah I’ll join her I could use a little nap.”
“The movers will be gone soon. They just need to Bring in the couches and the dinging room table. After they are gone I’ll go get the cats. I think they have had enough time at the vets.” He stands takes my chin in his hand and kisses me. Thw warmth of his kiss is reassuring and calming. “Moving has always been stressful for you. We have finally bought a house. Lets never move again.”
“Sounds good to me. I love you.”
“I know,” he replies with the wink that means so much.

*Soon I will be finished linking it all together*

After finishing in the bathroom Helen and I headed to her room her bed was put together. A full size bed that seemed to high off the floor for such a little girl. But is was the perfect princess bed for her. The dark wood of the four poster was in stark contrast to the pale green of the four swaths of fabric that connected them close to the ceiling. She did not want a canopy but she wanted a sky blue ceiling. We were planning to paint her room in the next week it was top of our list.

The box full of blankets was unopened and of course at the bottom of the high stack of boxes. In the hallway I had just passed the linen closet box and I put the extra fleece blankets in there.
“Lets use the extra blankets to make a nest on you bed sweetie”
“That sounds like fun Mommy and another good idea. You have lots of good ideas Mommy”
“I sure do sweetie, that’s what Mommies are for.” I reply chuckling.
As i walk into the hallway I hear water running from that bathroom. I by pass the box and head into the bathroom to see the toilet just beginning to over flow bowl. I scream with frustration and dart toward it banging my knee on the toilet with a loud crack. I manage to turn the water off and notice a whole roll of toilet paper seems to have fallen into the bowl plugging it.  I reach in to grab it sloshing water al over my clothes.
I feel the tears welling in my eyes from the pain in my knee as the water rushes out.
“Are you OK, Hon?” comes my husband’s voice from behind me.

I start to sob audibly. My shoulder shaking and tears falling down my front. The pain has exacerbated the exhaustion that had me crying before. I’ll get some towels from the box in the hall and I thin we need a trash can in here. I need an ice pack to I say. There is an instant one in the first aid kit by the front door.
As he goes to get those things I limp to the master bed room where I think I saw them take one of the suit cases with my clothes.
Passing Helen’s room I hear her singing to her self. “I’ll be ready in a minute sweetie.” I say loudly towards her open door. There is no reply but that is not unusual.

More of the same story

*I think I might be a bit too tired of brain to write too meat right now. just bit of fluff to bridge*

I pull the first aid kit out of the car. I look ay Rick’s cut it is not bad just a small slice clean and bleeding a normal size bandage does the job.
“So do you usually get to move people in to houses that slam their own door and break windows” It is such a silly question that I feel my self blushing when it finished coming out of my mouth. Rick Laughs loudly in a gafaw that is very much associated with working class men.
“Mommy I need to go potty” Helen’s voice comes from closer than I suspect. She has walked down the steps and is now standing on the curb behind the truck.
“Stay right there sweetie” I say louder than I mean too.  I run across the street and scoop her up. And run up the step to the door. Suddenly I am afraid that the door will be locked. I take a deep breath and grab the door handle. It sticks then clicks open with ease. I sigh loudly and fell some of the stress as good as it has been shake through my body.
“Are you Ok Mommy?”
“Yes sweetie I am just tired.” I remember my plan for a nap and think it is time.”After you go potty shall we take a Nap sweetie?”
“That is a good idea Mommy”
I laugh at her assurance. And head up stairs to the bathroom. The sun is shining through the bare window giving the blue and white room a brightness that almost blinding.

About 3 minutes of the ghost story...If that.

*A quck reminder. The French doors have just slammed and a windo pane has broken. Again this was written quickly with out much editing.*

Everyone jumps. I drop my mug and the warm brown liquid seems to shatter with the ceramic and makes a jagged circle splashing every where and drenching my shoes.

I stare at my feet and the wet floor. My exhaustion bubbles to the surface and the tears spring suddenly from my eyes too fast for a normal reaction. As suddenly as this all happens My husband and one of the movers run to the french door in the adjacent room. One of the movers seems to drop into a squat as fast as I do to start picking up the broken pieces of ceramic and rick scoops up Helen and sets her on the counter.
“stay here sweetie until we get all the sharp broken stuff that can hurt you picked up”
“I’ll be OK moving guy” she says brightly crossing her legs like a pretzel.

Somehow I find a rag and clean up the liquid before it becomes a dry and sticky mess the broom and mop are easy to find. I look at Helen happily sitting happily watching us. As soon as I get the kitchen done I decide that Helen and I need a nap. He bed was the first piece of furniture off the truck It is set up and there are blankets handy.  I scoop her up and go to the back room they have found the vacuum and picked up the largest shard. Rick has a cut and has a paper towel wrapped around it.
I know this will delay the nap but they have all been so helpful I feel I must help him.
“Rick I have a first aid kit in the car I can get that fixed up fast.”
We head outside to the car. I set Helen on the top step and walk with rick down the path.
“Well, I guess we just had proof why they have called this place Wind Point.” Rick says.
I laugh hard. This was not what i had expected to hear.