It's somewhere in one of those bazillion boxes

A few months back I had to throw all our crap randomly into miscellaneous boxes pack in a fashion a little less organized that I would have liked when our move was sprung up on us with zero notice.

Yeah, sure it's been OK living in limbo until our new place is finished, but there have been a few things I packed away that I wish I had remembered which box they had been haphazardly thrown into so I could go dig them back out.

I miss my fancy flat iron.

And more importantly, my hair misses it. Misses it and is pissed off at me for having to look sub-par for months, and has at least one more month to go. Needless to say, I've been sporting the ponytail look a little more often than normal.

I miss my Henri Bendel Eucalyptus candles.

I usually light one in our bedroom about an hour before we go to bed and burn it until lights out. It creates such a relaxed feeling for me, which seriously helps me calm the crap down enough to fall asleep. Sadly they are discontinued so I cannot even buy another to get me by. I've tried a few replacements, but none are measuring up.

I miss my hand mixer.

I don't bake a lot, but more times that I am happy with I have found myself having to mix a batter of some type by hand and my wrist just cannot handle it. Seriously. Last week as I was making 3.7 gazillion cookies I had to take a time out {or seven} and enlist my guy as my back up mixer. I quite nearly popped down to Target to buy a cheap replacement but after all that hand mixing, I just didn't have the energy.

There are a million and a half other little things that we miss throughout the day, but we're not dying without them...just counting down the days until we can all be together again. We're at 47 days left...and counting!!