It started when I wrote this post for last week's Yeah Write. I couldn't not write it and it is one of the fastest posts I've written. It's not something I had been contemplating for a long time. I woke up and thought I NEED TO DO THIS NOW. I hit publish and then went into hiding. Please forgive me but I still haven't been able to read or respond to what I am sure are amazing, thoughtful, supportive comments. I thought I would feel better but instead I felt exposed. I don't regret writing it but I wasn't fully prepared to deal with it.
I am also in a full blown panic about our impending move. Kids and I have less than 60 days of living here. And yet our house STILL has not sold and we don't have a definite place to live there. Big Yankee and I spend what feels like hours on the phone-talking and texting about rentals houses, finances, and possible scenarios for our move. Although I trust his judgement, it is more than a little nerve wracking to accept the fact that we will spend the next year living in a house I have never seen with my own eyes. To add to it, there is major uncertainty with my unemployment that has thrown a HUGE GINORMOUS monkey wrench into our plans...as abstract as they are.
And packing? DO NOT even get me started on packing. I've done this too many times before to freak out and yet here I am FREAKING OUT. It is as if I have forgotten the basic premise of packing..put crap in boxes and move on. Yesterday I managed to pack 2 1/2 boxes. I will wait while you gasp in awe.
My packing consisted of 2 boxes of books- which was easy enough. I then proceeded to dump out 3 baskets/tubs full of toys and sort them into 43 different piles in the living room. I
wasted spent too much time putting random legos, lincoln logs and mixed up toys in their rightful spot. I put approximately 6 items in a box which is still in the living room. I dumped the remainder of the 43 piles into yet another basket..also still in my living room.
Oh yeah and just to keep things exciting and
low key stressful I am attempting to pack in as much fun as I can for the kids. I'm trying to plan a going away party, coordinate an end of the year Brownie family picnic for the troop I lead, a surprise horseback riding adventure for our troop, two birthday parties for Einstein and Peanut as we will be moving shortly beforehand and I hope to ease the pain and suffering of a friendless birthday in a foreign land. All this in addition to our regularly scheduled art classes, swimming lessons, band concerts, running clubs.
So yeah...that's where I've been...skating on the brink of insanity.