Tick Tock

I can feel the clock ticking down on our move. The packing company will be here before I realize it and I probably won't be ready. And I think I'm going to completely blame this cold weather -- the ice made me do it defense. It will work, right? Ok. Probably not. But I just have no motivation to get ready for them. I've been waiting for this day and now that it's here and I'm kind of just feeling ...eh...

We found out that we were moving a world away from where we are and they said "oh hey, by the way, you need to be ready to leave in 8 weeks." So I was all "A transcontinental move in 8 weeks? Super!! That probably means I need to start getting a lot done, huh?" Well...yeah...about that. How about I make a lot of plans for moving and then just think about them? Does that sound good?

Every day I add to my far-too-long to do list and schedule all of the appointments like the great wife that I think I am. And I sit and stare at the calendar and growing list of things I really (like really, really) need to be doing and just feel exhausted. So I take a nap. That's totally justified, right? Scheduling appointments is hard work. I mean, I'm remembering to pack my kids' lunches every day and pick them up from school, so I kind of feel like I should get a star. Not a gold one or anything. But maybe a red one.

But in all honesty, thinking about having to go through a 3 hour Agricultural Inspection just makes me want to curl up on my couch and watch tv. Ok...I actually did that yesterday. I thought about all of the things I needed to do and then sat on the couch and watched 3 back-to-back Harry Potter movies with my kids in honor of Alan Rickman. Plus we love us some Harry Potter in this house, so I didn't really need an excuse to veg out and binge watch the movies.

What I do need is something to kick my butt into super high gear. Those to do list things aren't going to do themselves, though that would be awesome. I've thought about trying to take up an espresso habit. You know, one every hour or so. But that seems a bit excessive and I'm kind of afraid it might make me a bit neurotic. So I just sit on my couch and think about it...along with all the things I need to be doing.

My movers are really going to hate me.