On Moving....

Moving next Thursday.

 I hate packing. 

Trying to do it while pregnant (please read this as hormonal),

 with 3 young kids to run here and there and by myself this week has helped me to hit the wall. This is not something I enjoy. 

In fact, I may hate it as much as going to the dentist to have cavities filled. 

It's kind of been a perfect storm though as well. 

Moving alone is not causing me to stress to my max. Nope. 

It's all the interruptions my day has and trying to balance trying to keep doing it all. 

It's the 17 month old who gets into everything and drags it out of the boxes that are nearly filled but not quite enough to tape shut yet. 

It's the 3.5 year old who keeps messing up the few toys I've left out and drags them all over my being packed/messy front room. 

It's trying to keep it all together, when I'm the only one doing so.

It's trying to keep it all together, when inside I'm falling apart from trying to keep it all together. Have I mentioned how much I hate moving? 

I need a moving buddy. 

Someone to hold my hand, hold the kids off, hold the boxes and the tape and the permanent marker, and tell me we got this. 

That we're almost done. 

That there are only a few boxes more, so let's push through together. 

All is not lost, all is just stressed.

I'll keep holding on if you will.

This too shall pass. ;)

And just because, here's a song about moving on that I love.