In 1 day, it’s March.
In 9 days, my house will be packed up.
In 10 days, we will move. MOVE.
My to-do list yesterday (just for yesterday), had 41 items on it.
I got through 26 of those items (and I felt that was pretty decent). I mean, how much can you do in a day???
Sometime in the next 9 days, we’ve got to get a new roof (I’m too tired to even go into this trauma of this).
We finally have 1 impossibly glorious pending status on the sale of our current house. Amen. HALLELUIAH. (Again, too tired to rehash any heinousness, but it’s going through with those original, difficult buyers, and I finally just don’t care about anything, and want to sign on the dotted line(s)!).
In the new house, we have approximately 9,763 things that need to be completed in the next 10 days before we invade with all of our stuff. So I’m shifting my attention and angst and prayers on hoping that a decent chunk of those things get DONE.
Meanwhile, my emotional mood is all over the map, but I’m trucking along and finding joy and levity, wherever I can.
Like when Nanna showed up on Sunday, and I made her have an Oscars party with me. :)
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