Oh dear friends....
Why is moving so difficult? I mean.... why isn't there a little fairy who just pops up in a cute tutu and magically whips all the stuff into boxes for me?
Because we don't live in a Disney movie mainly... That's why.
Well, that and the fact that I convinced that the Lord is trying to build my character by making me deal with the slight hoarding tendency that follows me around. I finally began packing some of our current Nashville home today and made it approximately 1/12 of the way through a box before I declared that we should really just leave our stuff for the next people and start again.
Once I got that one box sorta packed I decided I was in need of a break. Cause, you know whining like a five year old while packing your wedding photos can wear a sister slap out!
I played on Pinterest and got sucked into the void of pallet headboards and forty bazillion paint options.
And then my head began to hurt from the idiocy of what I was doing.. or not doing, which is not packing.
So, I am going to put on my big girl pants and attempt to pack at least three whole boxes tonight... wish me luck and maybe pray for J to have some extra patience =)