Stressing While Procrastinating...

I am sitting here in the middle of a complete disaster.

We are moving - again.  My apartment is filled with boxes, most of which are packed, most of which aren't.  I took two days off from work (a personal no-no) to do this.  And, here I am.  Procrastinating.

There is still so much to do.  My daughter (thank God for her!) has done most of the packing thus far.  The wall behind me is evidence of her hard work.  Boxes piled high along the wall.  I will easily add a few more layers to that today.  I will have to.  The truck arrives in the morning.

But, the list of things to do seems insurmountable.  Overwhelming.  I never have a day off it seems, and here I am, using my vacation time to move.  Again.

God, I hate moving.  I told my husband this is the LAST TIME.  I will die in the condo we are moving to.  Period.  He just blinked.  Rapidly.

I'm looking forward to moving back into a condo, in the same area we left several years ago, due to a forced move - the sale of our home during a rental lease.  It's the packing, unpacking, hiring help, trucks, organizing messes, gathering and discarding, praying that everyone shows up on time, that drives me insane.  It's setting up a home all over again.  It's leaving a home we've been in and feel comfortable in and re-establishing that elsewhere.

Sigh.  Deeply.

Procrastination time is over.  Time to start digging into the mess I still call home, at least for the next 24 hours.