The chaos is coming. The move happens on Thursday. THURSDAY. Holy cow, I am not looking forward to it. Boxes. Packaging papers. Where is that can opener? Of course children add a whole new special element to moving. They must adjust. The new bedroom will frighten them and thus, we will all lose sleep. They have needs. "I'm hungry!" "I'm bored!" Can't you see that mommy is busy trying to figure out how to fit table service for 12 in one tiny cabinet?
I just have to get through it. Breath. Everything will be just fine. If only, if only I had my best friend wine to get me through it, but alas.
Needless to say, you may hear very little from me over the next week. Rather than spend my endless (har, har) free time pounding away at the keyboard I will be unpacking, arranging, organizing and pulling my hair out.
That's all I have to say tonight. Please wish me luck, send me good thoughts, and have a glass of wine for me.