Seven weeks from today there will be movers here.
Packing up our house and loading everything up to move us into storage.
Seven weeks, you guys. SEVEN WEEKS.
(breathes into a paper bag)
I just want to cry. How are we going to get everything done that we need to do? Go the places we want to go, see the people we need to see? With the end-of-the-school-year craziness and my husband’s parents arriving from overseas for a visit, I’m just seeing life flash before my eyes.
Half of me wants to stay awake and not miss a moment. The other half wants to wake up in August!