I mean, so what if I forget to keep something out and the packers pack it away in a box. This isn't an uncivilized country. There is a WalMart every 10 miles in every city across America. If I've forgotten something desperately important, like a toothbrush, I can buy a new one.
I will be reunited with all my stuff in about three weeks time. I'll probably get all the boxes off the truck and wish I didn't have so much to unpack.
I admit I haven't had much patience with the kids (they've been bickering so badly), and I've sometimes been annoyed with my husband for leaving me in this situation, again. I'm mad at myself for not having it more together. I've not been terrible, but I've not been great either.
Today I took a pile of stuff to the local Goodwill drop off and on the way home I had my hysterical sobbing moment. By the time I got home, I felt much better having let off some of that emotion and frustration and was able to face the house and kids again.
There is still SO much to do. I guess what will happen will happen. My sister reminded me tonight that in a few days, I'll be at my parent's home, resting, laughing and relaxing. It will all be OK. I've made plans to get together with a few friends from high school. One of them I haven't seen in 20 years. I'm excited to see them both and meet their families. It will be a merry Christmas.
My husband found a house for us. I'm relieved. I saw some pictures of it today. It looks like a nice home and it has a yard! A real yard with a fence and grass and trees. It will be green in the spring. How lovely it will be. The kids will be able to play outside again. We move in New Years Day.
If I am gone for a while, it's because I'm moving. I disconnect the Internet tomorrow. How will I survive? If I'm not here again before Christmas day, then I want to say to ya'll,