Monday, March 9, 2009

at least there's no stretch marks or swollen ankles

Counting down to this move is a lot like the third trimester of pregnancy. The underlying feeling of panic that there's so much to do and not nearly enough time to get it all done, starts to give way to the desire to just get it over with. If it all doesn't get done, then it doesn't get done...but let's just get on with it, already. The only difference, really, is the lack of uncertainty as to when it's going to happen; but there's just as much uncertainty as to how my life is going to change once that day comes.

47 days until the movers come.

1 comment:

Mother Hoodwink said...

I know you're stressing. It will be ok. I wish I had words of wisdom for you. You're going to make it through and you'll be better for experiencing it.