Thursday, March 3, 2011

Oh dear...

Not to beat a dead horse but seriously moving is not fun. Case in point...examples of how moving stress is negatively impacting my life and the lives of those around me:

I may or may not have eaten 5 Hershey's dark chocolate squares yesterday at work.

I have not had a truly good night sleep since we put in an offer on the house.

Cooking is horrid..if money allowed I would order take out Chinese every single night for dinner until we move.

I feel like I have permanent newspaper smudge on my hands.

My Martini shaker will be among the last things I pack.

I find my self constantly distracted. Either I'm wondering if our file is at underwriting or I'm daydreaming about amazing orange velvet chesterfield couches or I'm trying to figure out where to put our TV in the new house or I'm worrying about someone getting mud on my new carpet moving day or I'm planning out every minute of moving day in 10 minute increments in my head.

I actually did plan out moving day in embarrassing amount of detail. You don't even want to know.

We are having eggs for dinner no less than three time in the next week.

I'm driving my husband nuts.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like being a mom, except for the martini thing. Nursing, you know! :)
    It'll be over soon!