Tuesday, March 1

Stressed is Desserts spelled backwards

If that is the case I will have one satisfied sweet tooth.  I am stressed.  I know it, my husband knows it, and anyone who is on my Facebook probably knows it.  Today officially marks the beginning of our first big Army move.  I am waiting on the movers to show up as we speak, you know the drill...they give you a time span of 8 hours and say they will be there sometime in that period.  So you have to be ready for them by 8, regardless of when they decide to show up.

I am really hoping that I can keep up with updating my blog throughout the entire move.  It will take us from Southeast Georgia, to Mississippi, Oklahoma, across a variety of western states, and God willing we will end up in South Arizona by the end of March.  All of this is only possible if Matt and I don't kill each other first, I kid, I kid.

This is the look I keep getting from him.  This look says, "My wife is stressed and it very confusing to me.  I wish she would take a chill pill."  Bless his heart, he is being very patient with me, but if I am worried said patience might run out somewhere between West Texas and New Mexico.  Let's hope not...keep your fingers crossed.

We had to have everything pulled off the walls.  Check!

 Stuff that we don't wont them to pack sectioned off.  Check!
Rumor has it that if I left the trash can full of used kleenex's and didn't specifically say, "Don't pack that trash." The I would be welcomed in Arizona with a bag full of packed used snot rags.  No thank you!

 The rest of the house is in various states of disarray.  This is what stresses me out.  I feel like I should be doing something, packing something, cleaning something, etc...  Matt keeps trying to reassure me that I don't have to pack and clean for the movers whose job is to come here and pack for me.  

I recognize that my biggest problem is also my biggest fear, relinquishing control.  Ah, just typing it made my skin crawl.  I know I will survive.
Hopefully tomorrow I can report back and say that I stressed out for nothing.


Val @ It's Always Sunny in Somerville said...

I was definitely like you when we moved this last time. Trust me when I say that you don't have to do anything you haven't already done. It was really hard for me to just sit there and watch these people I didn't know pack my stuff, but that's how it works. Good luck!

P.S. Now I wish the Army would move us everytime :) It's worth a couple of broken items.

Chelle said...

Thanks Val, it wasn't that bad. It was hard for me not to breathe down their necks, but I did it.

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