Moving brings on stress. Moving during finals week brings on it's own set of challenges. Moving during finals week, two days before you get to see the piece of your heart you haven't seen in 158 days is enough to send one in a tailspin.
NYEBoy and I got into a huge fight tonight over something stupid. I was freaking out because I had 18 minutes to finish 9 questions on my online homework for Math, I was trying to ask for his help, but I was freaking him out with my anxiety, and we both snapped at each other. He left to drive around and I took a deep breath, huddled over my calculator, and finished the remaining questions two minutes before it was due. Then, I sent him a text and apologized.
I laid down around 2 am to try to get a few hours of sleep, but nearly an hour later it became very apparent my body wasn't going to let me sleep. It's now 4 am and I am counting down the minutes until Starbucks opens and debating on what needs to be taken care of most before the movers get here.
Before I have to drop NYEBoy off at work, we have to run by the new place to sign paperwork and get the keys. Once I get back home I have to wait for Comcast to call and try to study for my finals. Comcast is due between 10-1 and my finals are at 1. Luckily, I have two kick ass friends that are going to help me if they don't get here before I have to go to class. I'm hoping I finish my final in an hour, because the movers will be meeting me at 2:30. Again, thank God for the two awesome people helping me in case the movers come before I can finish.
Tonight night will end with a pizza delivery, an ice cold beer, and me in a garden tub full of bubbles and hot water. Possibly all three at the same time.
Don't judge me, just pray for me.
Talk to y'all on the flip side!