A good portion of my house is packed. I hired (in a bartering labor-for-chuck roast kind of way) a burly young man to tote all the heavy, well, totes out of the basement. I also borrowed a friend’s 11 year old daughter for a few days and had a friend come all the way from my soon-to-be hometown to help with the organization and continued packing.
Ummm, this is actually going to happen. And I’m a bit in shock. The littles go to my mom’s tomorrow. I will pick up a truck on Friday and drive it back here to load it on Saturday morning. To unpack it on Sunday afternoon at MY NEW HOUSE. Sorry. For shouting. There’s a wee bit of excitement underneath the crazy exterior.
I hit a wall of sorts last night. Became paralyzed by the task at hand. Felt actually ill. My hair hurt, flu-ish, searing headache.
This can’t be good. I xanaxed myself to sleep last night (but not in a Heath Ledger way) and probably will tonight too.
The help I got today is refreshing. I ran a few errands pertaining to a mini-birthday party for my baby and progress was made while I was gone. How about that? Never. Happens.
I will potentially be without interwebs until sometime next Thursday. Maybe. So if you don’t hear from me…