Move week for us is always exciting but it's also crazy exhausting.
I enjoy moving around the country, tackling the task of making a new house feel like home, unpacking boxes feels like Christmas to me...
But the one part I wish I could skip over is all the prep that comes before the packers show up.
Compiling a "do not pack" list,
making sure we set aside enough to get by before our household goods show up,
dissembling furniture and agonizing over the decision to let the movers pack heirlooms...
We live in a sate of limbo and I'll be honest it's not a pretty state to see me in.
Bless, Mr. Doozie's heart, he carries me well; writing check-off lists for rooms and dishing outs lots of "it's all good" or "hey, in the end who cares if they pack my running shoes with your ball gowns"
Ummm...maybe we could leave out that last one ;)
We each have our strong suits and while this part of moving is not one of mine, it is for him.
I'm thankful for this team I'm on.