Seriously. I never want to move again. Or until I forget how hectic this has all been. Whichever comes first.
Everyday something new pops up. A problem at the new school (although, I have to admit, I am kind of in love with them. Two phone calls, and a major crisis was averted. Two phone calls. Less than an hour. That never would have happened in our current district, which also happens to be good...just HUGE.), a problem with the loan, and problem with the move. You name it.
Our moving day is fast approaching. Thursday. Kenny brought the first load up today, while he goes to meet the cable guy. All of our framed pictures and breakables are going ahead of the moving van. Tomorrow, I am going to stock the fridge, finish cleaning, and bring a few more things. Then the actual move begins. I am already ready for this to be over.
Somebody stop me the next time I think this is a good idea.