So, once again, I must pack up all my shit, load it in trucks and move 10 miles up the road. I'm thrilled that I will be in a bigger, much nicer place. It is just the whole angonizing process of moving that gets me. The move is 2 weeks away and I am just starting to put shit in boxes tonight. Between work, my kids, my bf, and life in general I will be hard pressed to be done in time. And, of course, I am easily sidetracked by things I would rather be doing. I know, quit whining and get it done. Easier said than done. I just can't wait for it to be over.
