Seriously its just about that bad! My fingers might all fall off so I'm just updating quickly to say a few things.
I hate boxes.
Moving stinks.
I haven't been out of my house since church Sunday morning... and its Friday.
I'm so thankful for my best friend who's willing to push her sleeves up with me no matter the hour or number of children hanging on to our legs.
I love that I can cry to my mom know matter how old I am.
Moving stinks.
My belly is getting really big.
My back hurts.
I'm ready for my kids to go back to school.
I need to take a shower.
I hate boxes.
Its going to be a really interesting couple of months until we move into our new house.
I hate boxes.
Moving stinks.
The bank still hasn't gotten back with us about the short-sale house.
I don't want to see another box or tape gun as long as I live.
I hate boxes.
We're basically going to be homeless for the month of April.
I hate boxes.
Oh. And moving stinks.
And ya know? Through it all, I can say God is good. And I'm still daily putting my faith in Him. But... I still hate boxes. ;)
Oh, Amy you're too funny! I was just saying that you have my sympathy!! I absolutely loathe packing, the kitchen's the worst! :-)
ReplyDeleteMarianne- LOL I published it!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and thanks for your sympathy! I'm always glad to know I'm not alone!! And yeah, the kitchen is miserable to pack isn't it? I'm pretty sure the dishes in the cabinets were growing back every time a box was packed. :)