I feel like I'm living in the remnants of a tornado. It's awful. I feel like I'm doing so much, but when I look around it just looks like a complete mess. I wouldn't say I'm clean by any stretch, but messiness starts to drive me mad. So this right now is making me crazy. There's no hope in making it clean, it's just chaotic and down right scary. Dylan and I's moms are coming tomorrow morning, and I'd love nothing more than to have the majority of everything done.. but I just can't seem to conquer this packing business. I'm a terrible packer. I love love unpacking but hate packing. I promised myself I wouldn't complain about getting to move.. but it is wayyy more difficult than I bargained for.
My brain is over flowing with questions- When do I pack my dishes? Will I need them in the next few days? How do I pack books when they are all shapes and sizes? Will I need my purses in the next six months, or will I be fine with my trusty Michael Kors? How do I pack a weird shaped apothecary jar? If I put my enormous collection of earrings that is displayed on my earring frame in a plastic bag will they get really tangled, and how will I untangle them? How am I supposed to put all of our hanging clothes into boxes when we will need to wear them next week?
It.never.stops.
Only four more days... I can do it!
