Moving is funny. Everyone knows that it's exhausting and overwhelming. Doens't matter that I knew what was/is still coming. I'm wiped.
Yesterday the sister, Maica-dog and I picked up a 6'x12' U-Haul trailer. While sister and Dad were out mowing lawns, I ran around to banks making sure my money was situated to cover the checks for rent and the deposit. Then we spent about 2 hours last night to load the trailer with our furniture.
Then this morning we were up and at 'em early again, heading south in time to unload the trailer, put together beds, get my sister to orientation for work, have lunch, and get the sister to her best friend's bachelorette party.
Yes, there is a wedding next weekend. Thanks for asking. One that my sister is maid of honor in, my mother is officiating (did I mention that I ordained her online), and I'm working with the wedding coordinator on.
The whole wedding thing fits in well with the moving schedule.
Know Mom and I are on the couch watching football, and the dogs and Dad are passed out. Later we might make smoothies. Crazy times I tell you.
I can't wait to finish the move off in a week or so. It's my favorite activity ever.
(SF = sarcasm font)