Moving might just do me in, y’all. I’m as crabby as they come.
Apparently, Gil, in his get-it-done mindset, told our children to pack their stuff… then beebopped off to his office.
Can I punch him, please?
Guess what? They inherited their packing skills from their father. They open a box and throw anything in arms reach into it and tape it shut.
I can give them a pass because they’re kids, but him?! I want to punch him.
And now I have to get ready for Meet-the-Teacher Night at kids’ new school. Have I mentioned that elementary schools give me extreme anxiety?!
I need to go somewhere and sweat before I bust up into the new school. Maybe it will calm me down.
Oh…and Piers got his head stuck under the bed. He’s free now, but this should give you an idea of how this day is going.
Please send some good energy and happy moving vibes. I need them in a bad way.
Peace. Just gonna keep saying it.
Have you moved recently? Any tips to help me retain a thread of sanity?
*** And while writing this, a child got his um, boy parts, pinched in the closet door. How exactly does that happen? I need a vacation…***