Packing...

It should have been called boxed hell. Really, just when I think I am getting somewhere and I'm almost done....BAM! There is a whole other cabinet I forgot about along with the 5000 stuffed animals my kid has stuffed under his bed. After that I feel a little better but then there's all that random stuff that just doesn't go anywhere, it just doesn't fit with anything else. Frustration sinks in and I get overwhelmed. I stop, I pause, I pour myself a drink and turn the music up....this helps for an hour or so. Then I remember the kids have to eat, they can't live off drinks and granola bars. After dinner theres dishes to be done packing seems less important.....I am in boxed hell, people. So if you need me, I'll be somewhere in middle of all the boxes...and random shit scattered around this house.