Rapidly Going Crazy

I...seriously...explain to me how I'm going to get it all done? K? So, we're moving in 6 days and we have perhaps 10% of the house packed up. We're both working a lot and Paul is transitioning to a new shift this week and next so he's going to be more tired and busy than usual. Plus I have a different work schedule this week because of Thanksgiving and have a work meeting tomorrow an hour and a half after my shift ends so as to maximize my inability to get home and do work. I can't believe what a huge freaking deal it is to move. I'm extremely used to the packing and the address changing and stuff (although packing a 3 story house is a whole new level of horrible) but down here it costs SO MUCH MONEY to transfer utilities and its a huge pain in the butt too. I went downtown to transfer our power/water/sewer/garbage/recycling today. I was in the guy's office for more than 20 minutes answering questions (name and phone number of in-laws? Okay.) and then had to pay him a bunch of money. Natural gas has to be transferred in person as well and Comcast, don't even get me started. I am hoping more than almost anything that this will be the last time we move until we buy a house. Please, God.

Of course we're less than four weeks til Christmas vacation as well which I'm sosososo excited for but again so terribly much work. Plus I'm frantically Christmas shopping since things have to be shipped far and wide and still arrive in time for Christmas.

At night when I finally lie down I sink into the bed and ponder how awesome it will be to not work on my to-do list for a whole week over Christmas. How terrific it will be to not have to go out into the cold or rain every four hours to take the dogs out. How fantastic it will be to be able to leave the house and not have to spend 15 minutes first moving everything in the whole house that Waffles could conceivably get into and then how tremendous it will be to come back later without having to nervously search the house for a potty accident or a newly ruined piece of furniture. One of my big dreams these days is for a nightstand (I dream big, people). My nightstand is just a cheapo end table which is all right and everything but first its ugly and second, and this is the biggy, it has no drawer or cupboard. I like to keep a little basket on my nightstand with all my lotions and potions and pills and things that I use before bed, plus I have a stack of books, Bibles etc. Every time I leave the house though I have to move every one of these things across the room onto the dresser and push them all the way to the back so that Waffles won't destroy them and it is such a royal pain in the butt I can't even tell you.

So these days I dream of icy Winnipeg and functional, attractive nightstands and Ketchup Crispers; its not too much to ask is it people?