I've Got Pizza! Do YOU want some?

I just looked at the calendar. We're moving in 8 days. 8 days. And I've got nothing done. Do you want to come pack for me? Or clean my apartment? Please???!!!!

I hate, hate, hate, moving. It's got to be the worst thing in the entire world. And yet in the last 3.75 years that we've been married we've moved 5 times. Now by the time it's been four years, it will be 6 times. Every single time we move I convince myself it's not going to be that bad, not going to take that long. I can pack up a two bedroom apartment while taking care of two kids under two, in a couple hours, maybe a day. I can clean said apartment in 2 hours if everything is moved out. Right.

That's what I convinced myself of when we moved here. That was just a cross-city move, like 7 miles, and our lease overlapped. So we moved everything to the new apartment, and then I was going to go back and just clean one night. It took 9 hours. For 3 or 4 nights either my husband or I went back and cleaned for a couple hours. It's ridiculous how much of a mess gets hidden behind things. So now were moving cross states, and not going to have the luxury of going back and forth.

I don't know how I'm going to do it. And in 8 days! What am I doing writing on the blog??!! Well basically I'm procrastinating like I have been for the past two months. I really don't want to do it. I know I need to, but it's just so much more fun to write, and read all the blogs. Maybe play a couple of games while I'm on the internet.

Don't you want to come pack for me, so I can sit here with my feet up, chocolate bar in hand, and type away? I'll buy you pizza . . . and some pop. Puh-lease???

Fine, I'll go do it myself. I'm an adult now, I have to do things for myself, blah, blah, blah . . . whatever.

I hate moving.