Let the Countdown Begin!

Moving happens in exactly 13 days.

Yes, 13

I'm starting to freak out, just a little!

I've collected boxes, but only filled half of them.

I've packed my entire closet, and about 3/4 of Adam's.

I've packed all the towels and sheets except for the ones we're using at the moment, wash will be going almost daily!

I've packed all of my "good" dishes - aka the ones you use twice a year - but none of my "normal" ones.

I've packed all the back-up, stock-up, extra toiletries, if we run out of anything, to Target we'll go.

I've packed up every decoration, picture frame and knick-knack, but my house doesn't look empty.

It's buried in piles and boxes, and bins, and stuff to sort, sell and package.

It's a scary mess I'm embarrassed to have anyone see, even people coming to buy stuff from craigslist.

I've been stalking the wanted section of craigslist looking for other things to sell, simply to not have to pack them.

I'm a stupid annoyed at everything stress case trying to get everything done while working every single day until we leave.

I'm a bit crazy and coffee filled.

and, I'm not seeing an end before we get out of here.

If I lose you, come back in about 3 weeks and hopefully I'll be normal again by then.