I am having an allergic reaction to life right now.
Anxiety and anticipation and worry are taking over. Little sleep and lots of stress are adding up to one giant incurrable headache, and unfortunately a short temper.
Originally I thought- A month long move will give us time to slowly cull through our belongings and thoughtfully edit what we own. I imagined sunny weekends spent shuffling stuff over to the new house, allowing us time to put things where they belong, in a super organized fashion…maybe even avoiding the stress of the official move in date.
Basically I feel like I am moving my house one paper clip at a time. Some days I might as well be jogging the twenty minutes on foot with a back pack full of randomness. There is, sadly, no strategic placement of items like I had hoped. Instead, every single room has ongoing projects and outstanding needs that prevent any unpacking.
It has now become crystal clear that the patience I gained from parenting applies only to my sweet little angel girls and not to contractors, painters, or plumbers.
I have got to do better!