I've always thought I liked moving. But I don't think so. I'm totally over it.
Maybe it's the country music I'm blasting this morning that's making me feel all blue-sy, or maybe it's that every time I turn around THERE'S MORE TO BE DONE. Will it never end?
So I grew up with my mother chanting "Do everything without arguing and complaining" to me and my sister. And generally, I agree with the sentiment. In fact, I repeat it to my own girls every single darn day. (I mean, you can't really go wrong with the Bible, now can you?)
Anyway, today I want to argue. And complain.
But I'm all alone in the house with boxes more to go before I sleep and you're all I've got. So...
argue, argue, argue
complain, complain, complain
I'm off to go sing along with Wynonna and heft some more boxes. And not think about the fact that once we get to Phoenix one week from today they all have to be unpacked again. Nope, not gonna think about that.
That's all. Carry on with your day.