H is out of town for a night. Our realtor comes over tomorrow. Instead of picking up after I put A to bed, I took a nap on the couch and didn't wake up to my phone alarm. I slept for 3 hours and now have all this picking up I still need to do before I can go to bed. Wah.
I am constantly setting myself up for difficulties that could have been avoided.
I can't believe you are ok getting everything packed up all by yourself. With a baby. And a belly. You are a saint.
I need this on a t-shirt. Like right now, how I should be working on the two proposals that have to go out today.
I'm not expecting the packing to be fun. It will be a full time job. I fully expect to spend the hours from 7-10pm on the couch with ice cream every night after working all day. And H will be home on weekends for the heavy lifting. His parents have also offered to come anytime I need help. We are trying to just get rid of as much as possible, which we've already started. The next two months are just going to suck, we've already resigned ourselves to that, lol.