We are busy. Busybusybusybusy. I am completely worn down by 9 every night and that is just not like me. I’m a night owl by nature. I get the most done at night from midnight to 2am. I don’t even know what midnight looks like anymore. I can’t seem to last that long.

We’re moving at the end of August. I know that sounds like a lot of time, especially since I don’t have to pack anything or worry about selling/buying a house. And it’s true, that stuff does make it a lot less stressful. I assume. I’ve never had to worry about that part, but from what I hear, it doesn’t sound fun.

But we have a routine when it comes to moving. We have to go through every single thing we own and donate/trash/sell a TON of stuff. I’m not really a pack rat, but for whatever reason, I keep finding STUFF everywhere. It has got to go. I refuse to move with 4 bottles of shampoo. REFUSE! And if you haven’t worn that shirt since the late 90′s, it’s gone. Period. And don’t even get me started on kid crap. It has taken over. Crap everywhere. It is going to take 900 years to go through everything.

PLUS!

The homeowners have put this house on the market. The realtor is supposed to come by on Monday to install the lock box and take pictures. Of the inside of the house. Where my crap is currently in piles. And oh did I mention they are planning on replacing the carpet in the playroom? Where all the toys are and 2 cubby shelves, 2 heavy bookshelves, a couch, a huge tv and the heaviest tv stand on the planet? And the carpet in the nursery is still wet from the leaking AC that was supposed to be fixed 2 days ago. And now it smells nasty in there and we had to take the crib apart and move it into the guest room. The guest room that isn’t even a little babyproofed and she had better not learn to climb out of her crib in the next 2 months because I will just have to duct tape her in there every night to protect her from the non-babyproofed room. AND! AND! The bathtub needs to be re-glazed and has needed it since we moved in, and even though we were told it would be done, it never was. So Smushy has been taking baths in an inflatable duck tub that she grew out of at least 4 months ago. I really really wish they had just waited until we were out of here before starting all this.

So before Monday, I have to clean every room in this house and organize and clean out the garage and coerce people to buy my stuff from Craigslist because having a garage sale is too much damn work.

I need a nap.