Well, we arrived in SF and it was cooold and cloudy (as usual) but the apt is beautiful and perfect for us, and the neighborhood is super nice so we’ll have no problem killing time this week. We had groceries delivered a few hours after we arrived so the kitchen was stocked and ready to go and by 6pm the kids had broccoli soup in front of them.

Will went into the office for a few hours and ended up stuck there until after the girls and I fell asleep. I knew he had a set of keys so i just locked up and headed to bed. What i didnt know was that his set of keys didn’t open the deadbolt that i conveniently locked before dozing off. What i also didnt know was that for 2 hours he was trying to call my phone, text, and facetime me to open the door so he could get in. Unfortunately for Will, he set up my phone to go to silent every night after 7pm so all his cries for help were never heard. Fortunately for him, i wake up randomly throughout the night and at 2am saw his messages, popped out of bed, and opened the front door to find poor will sitting in the stairwell patiently waiting. Yes for 2 hours after midnight he was stuck in the stairwell. He handled it way better than i would have and while it wasnt really my fault i still feel bad but really saw the humor in it straight away.

So aside from the puke episode and stranded stairwell incident…all has been going great! Some pics from the first day of the girls and i freezing our bums off. Sophie looked out the window and said “Poor tree, it only has one leaf. One little leaf…how sad”. SHe then said “How do people live here in the cold? I just want to sit in the hot shower all day, then come out and eat hot broccoli soup in front of the hot heater, under a blanket” hahahaha. It is 50 degrees. How did she ever live in Chicago??

Yesterday when we got home we did some laundry and the laundry machine in the building is down in the garage (3 floors down in outdoor stairwell and then in a separate room) and I battled with whether or not i could leave the girls upstairs alone in an apt which i finally decided i probably shouldn’t so 3 separate times i had to lug them down windy stairs in the outdoor rain to wash, dry, and then get laundry.

After each of those times the girls come upstairs and strip naked like always which means 3 separate times i had to dress the girls to go back downstairs…and by dress i mean leggings, tops, jackets, shoes. Finally the last time (and the laundry wasn’t even dry) i just put undies on them and put my jacket on sophie and sophie’s jacket on sabs and left them flipping naked under b/c i had enough. This is how we do laundry in the city, outdoors in mizzy rain. It’s enough of this clothes nonsense.