Two more sleeps in Las Vegas before my family and I leave for Philadelphia.....for good! I've been pretty stressed, pretty anxious and have hardly slept. There are boxes scattered all over my house - we're about half packed right now. The kids are asking lots of questions and I am desperately trying to keep track of where our stuff is (and my sanity, for that matter). I've already lost my cell phone charger.
The packers are on their way over for round two of talking my ear off while going through every aspect of my personal and private life. (Picture a strange man packing your underwear drawer....um, yeah)
Hide all the porn, honey!
The TVs are being packed today, which means no TV watching today or tonight. Ok, no sweat. I'll get the books out. Oh wait....books are packed already. Shit. Ok, then we can just......talk? But wait, my kids talk my freakin ear off all day already.
This is going to be awesome.
I guess I shouldn't complain. I have people packing all of my crap for me. They're packing, loading it, unloading it once we get there, and then even unpacking it for me. I don't think moving gets any easier than that.
Now all I need is a nanny.
And a maid.
And a bar.
And a book.
And some crazy pills.