I've consumed enough coffee to fill an ocean. But just a small ocean. Like the Mediterranean Sea.
My original plan to make a tidy to-do list detailing my packing strategy has disappeared into a haphazard attempt to just GET IT DONE. I am labeling my boxes well, so that's nice. However, the fact that half of our kitchen is packed while the other half remains not-packed is not so nice, leaving me with a bit of a nervous twitch.
I need some completion.
Which can't exactly happen when the final walk-thru lands right in the middle of our packing mess, which means I have to clean even though the house is not completely packed, which, for some reason, feels like a bit of a lateral move. I don't want to clean until the house is ready to move, not when the house is half-ready to move. So I will tidy up our moving mess, scrubbing our floors to gleaming and tying on a big bow to give one last please-still-want-to-buy-me appeal to our buyer before we jump back into the chaos of packing. All with my two little ducklings in tow, unknowingly undoing everything I do, emptying my boxes as I pack them. Which is why everything takes doubly long as it should, which is why I am very thankful that I stay home and have the time to redo all of their undoing.
And now it feels like we're down to the wire. We will officially move out in four days and close in five. I will turn twenty-eight as we receive the keys to our new home. My mind is swimming with what needs to be accomplished in this itty-bitty span of time, making me dizzy.
I think it's time to make a list.
And grab another cup of coffee.
Have a lovely day.