5 days and counting...

I've been up since 5:30 AM and slept horribly last night. I've got so much blabbering going on in my head I think I need to put it all somewhere else. Indulge me, won't you?

The Big Week has arrived. Robbie and I had a busy weekend with friends, cleaning out the garage and packing. For me it always feels good to be working towards a goal. Usually the messier your home is pre-move the more you've accomplished and by this measurement, I am an overachiever.

In the last couple of weeks my anxiety has steadily climbed and as if a major move and purchase of real estate wasn't enough, I've decided to start challenging myself and my educational goals. Shoot, now would be a great time to get pregnant too I suppose! **NOTE: I am not....so no one panic (including you, Catie).**

Robbie and I are in official Eat Out for Nearly Every Meal Mode and I am physically feeling pretty crappy. It is amazing to me just how horribly I can treat my body and how much abuse it can actually take before sending a little payback my way. I've picked a really bad time to eat too many cheese sticks and ice cream. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

We don't have school today, only a morning meeting for teachers. I am incredibly grateful because I really have more things to do than I was originally thinking this time last week. How is it that two people could have so much stuff? We took, literally, a truck load of items to the DAV for donation last night. There was one box we found in the garage that was labeled Garage Sale Items. I opened the box to make sure that's what was inside and I was amazed to find a bunch of stuff I, apparently, wanted to sell in a garage sale. Now, a year ago when I actually had one none of this stuff made it out of the box. So that means a bunch of crap I don't want or need has just been sitting, cluttering my garage and my life. Unloading that truck at the DAV felt really good.

I know despite the tummy aches, back aches and pain in my, well you know, moving is - it's still incredibly exciting to think we are on the verge of moving into Our Home once again. I know many wonderful moments will occur in that house and I know many of you will be there to share them with us. Good times are a comin'. I just need to survive the week.

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