And this lies the moment where I begin freaking out.
I decided to spend time with my family this weekend instead of packing. Yesterday, I had a doctor's appointment, ran by the office, and dropped A off with thugboy, by the time I did all that running around I felt like the day had been wasted. Tomorrow I am suppose to take K to have A's shots done, which will take all fucking day I am sure. With the moving truck scheduled to be here at 7 Friday morning, I am starting to panic.
All the rooms are almost done, just small things, but together it's a mound. I also haven't made it over to my Mom's yet, but I have to get over there this afternoon or I will be really screwed. I need a bath, but what's the point? All of this running around doesn't make for a beautiful smelling chic. I wish I had help, nothing worse than moving except for doing it all yourself.
Sorry for the lack of ICLW, I promise I will try to squeeze them in as I can, I hope you understand.