I was all set to make the official announcement about our move…but the papers that need to be signed STILL haven’t come and because I have a raging case of superstition am cautious, I just can’t bring myself to say it until it’s all official-like.

So, instead, let me whine about the fact that our house is a freaking disaster zone. I HATE packing and the chaos that it causes. I hate trying to figure out what I don’t need, what can be packed. Because I am ALWAYS WRONG!  Within 24 hours myself or the hubby will realize we desperately need something and then having to go searching through each box to find said item because we never put a comprehensive list of what is in each box on the lid (seriously, who has time for that? I settle for “office” or “kitchen”.).  I hate the mess! I hate the disorder! I hate tripping over boxes stacked in every square foot of floor space! Hate hate hate!

The only thing I don’t hate is getting rid of superfluous junk. That is awesome and cleansing and therapeutic.  Screw therapy! Just throw your shit away and you’ll be a brand new person!

Another dumb thing about moving…trying to ration your frozen and perishable food so as to consume all of it before moving without having anything perishable to give or throw away.  I didn’t plan far enough in advance this year. It seems I’ve been stocking up enough meat to see us through Armageddon. Twice. We have an unreasonable amount of frozen meat.  We’ve had so much meat this week it’s like the Super-Turbo-Atkins diet. Except I’m not sure there is any diet in the history of humankind that recommends eating sausage, steak, pork tenderloin, chicken breasts, fish sticks, hot dogs, hamburgers, bacon and salmon fillets three meals a day, seven days a week as a valid weight loss plan (PS- I don’t care what anyone says about fish. It totally counts as meat in my book). We’ve been eating really unbalanced meals, but I’m just trying to make it to moving day with as little food as possible left to pawn off on friends or throw away.

However. If I don’t get some fresh fruit and vegetables in my diet I’m going to die of scurvy before moving day, anyway. So tomorrow we will have to do a mini-stock up at the farmer’s market.

Besides all this? The weather has been sucking donkey balls this past week and I am SICK OF IT. DO YOU HEAR ME MOTHER NATURE? SICK AND TIRED! Last year in May I felt like I was living inside a freaking volcano and this year we might as well be living in a hut on the polar ice caps. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.

And on top of everything else there are 30029347958 details to be worked up regarding our move and with the pressure of all that needs to be organized I would not be surprised to hear a *pop* and feel my brain leak out my ears AT ANY MOMENT.  So keep me in your thoughts, dear internets.  I am a big ball of whiny, stress, but I’m lovable, right? RIGHT????