Sheesh....

So I think I'm changing my middle name from Anne to STRESS!

Remind me never ever never ever to move again. I'm pretty sure this is a circle of hell according to Dante. Seriously this sucks.

Not only are we moving but kick ass hubby is renovating the house we are moving into. So he's not around in the evenings because he's:
Giving me a brand new kitchen (cabinets, counter tops, appliances, back splash)
Took out a wall and 2 doors
Redirecting a set of stairs
Replacing hardwood floors in 2 rooms
Sanding hardwood floors in 3 rooms
Giving me an upstairs laundry room
Put down Flor in one room

And he's doing this 85% alone. All on his own. It's flipping amazing. But flipping stressful.

I have been trying to pack here and there when I have a chance, but it's not going well. I have a handful of boxes done, but nothing that makes any dent is this clutter I call home.

This is also one of those times that it really stinks that we don't have any family in town. I have asked other families how they did this and they go on and on with their attack plans and then I ask, "Well where were your kids when you were packing/organizing/moving?" The reply I get is usually, "Oh, my parent's/sister's/brother's house." Ya we don't have that. So we do this on our own.

I could get so much more done if the short people didn't need a mother...sheesh! Isn't 5 old enough to make your own dinner? It has to be in some culture. Take me there.

Oh and there is the cry of the shortest of them all. Time to go back to my day job!

Say a little prayer for us....it may go something like mine that goes thru me often "Mary help me now, Mary help me now, Mary help me now." Short simple.