Ack!

I am so done with this move. I just want to do it, already. If only there were people that I could pay who would be willing to come into my house, pack all of my crap and then move it. What a dream world I live in. Ha!

Packing is moving right along. Apparently, some of the boxes we grabbed were of the fuzzy bunny variety, because now you can't get through my garage. The van is full of them, too.

One of the puzzle ladies delivers a stack of newspapers each night. She goes around the complex gathering them from the other puzzle ladies.

We don't have that much stuff, people.

We are at that phase of a move where you have packed all of the stuff you can live without for a while... and then promptly wonder why you are keeping it. I mean, if you can live without it for 2-3 weeks, do you really need it? But I digress.

I broke down and packed the school stuff yesterday. For the next few weeks, we will be doing math and reading only. The boys were devastated, I can assure you.

I won't even tell you what my house looks like. I don't want to shatter the illusion that I am the Martha Stewart of mid-Michigan.

We are supposed to have thunder storms all weekend, so even more of a reason to stay home and pack. Unfortunately, I still have to take my happy butt to the clubhouse and workout. Why can't I just be one of those people who is perfectly happy being fat? Really. Nice self esteem. Thanks mom.

Tomorrow we are going to video archery (archery and video games all in one. How could they not love it?) and a first communion. And packing. Always packing.