I suck suck suck right now at being a blogger. I'm stressed and I want to cry almost every day. I should be happy right now. There is just too much. It is too much for me right now and I want to let it all go to hell. I don't know how to organize myself for this move. I don't know how many effing pairs of pants to bring. I am letting these things overwhelm me.
HOW MANY PAIRS OF PANTS SHOULD I BRING????
Okay I just needed to yell that. Sorry.
I am scared. We don't even have a place to live yet. We leave in a week and a half. A week and a half. A week and a half.
It's only six months. I just need to chill out. For real.
A week and a half, and before that, I have to - go to a friend's wedding this Saturday. Be the guest of honor at a BBQ (at my house!) on Sunday. Be in a friend's wedding (including pre-parties, rehearsal dinners, etc.) next Saturday. Miss another friend's wedding next Saturday. Not tell that friend I don't think she should marry him.
Not to mention pack, get my shit in order so that someone can move into this little, messy house we won't be calling home anymore, and do things. So many things. Turn off my cell phone. Sell the car. Sweep the floors. Mow the lawn. Call my dad.
Weigh in today - gained .8. As long as I can stop myself from stuffing my face in stress I think I'll be fine.