My apologies, my life has been a little bit hectic lately.  Okay, my life is always a little bit hectic, and recently it’s been wicked frantic and frenzied.

I’ve been waiting for about three months, just waiting, to be given a date we can leave this place of palm trees, loathsome fire ants, overbearing sun, and nearly permanent summer.
It’s difficult to plan a move when you know NOTHING.

Also, when you know you’re moving, but you know nothing else, you sound like a total flake.
“When are you moving?”
“I dunno.”
“Gonna buy a house or rent?”
“I dunno.”
“Where will you go when you move?”
“I dunno.”
“Are you gonna hire movers?”
“I dunno.”
“What will your husband do for work?”
“I dunno.”
“Will you work?”
“I dunno.”
“What do you know?”
“I’m moving.”
~Sounds absolutely ridiculous, doesn’t it? 

That was me.  For about three months.  Just waitin around, soundin all “derrrr” to people.

And then suddenly alltheinformationcameatmeinonefellswoop.
Housing inspection in less than 24 hours, followed by moving company’s assessment, followed by packers, followed by movers, followed by clearing housing, followed by temporary lodging.  Gotta sort out our belongings! Gotta get a room! Gotta rent a truck! Gotta, gotta, gotta, all in a few days, Go! Go! Go!
I know!  It was just like that.
I went into a shock.  The adrenaline scourged my brain.   My heart beat madly.  Heat surged through my skin making instant sweat.  My head was swimming with too much information.  I heard my own voice as an outsider, “Ohhhkaaaay.”  Nothing was really okay, but nothing was really wrong.  That’s how panic attacks feel.  I believe I’m dying during panic attacks, even though I know no one has ever died of a panic attack.  It lasted about a minute.  I know, because I counted.  

I am a planner.  I like to make lists and cross things off lists.  It gives me clear vision and a sense of accomplishment.  Not being able to plan my way out of stress gives me vertigo, literally.
I tried to dial the phone, but my vision was impaired by the anxiety and brain couldn’t seem to tell the fingers which numbers to push. I stopped to breathe.  Then I dialed successfully.
To my surprise, I was able to recite all of the information given to me during the freakout.

Now that we’re knee-deep in the process, Sassy has gotten strep and Moo has a dental abscess.
You know, because germs don’t care if you’re too busy.

The housing people were impressed with the condition and cleanliness of our house.  They didn’t even look at most of it.  I was chuffed about it, because I find that the house of everything white and light is challenging to keep clean.  I have never worked so hard to keep a house clean in all my life!  It was quite the burden, cleaning the white cabinets, doors, walls, trim and banister  — in addition to cleaning the peach-colored, faux wooden, complete-with-grooves floors — quite the burden, lemme tell you.  I feel like the floors are never clean enough.  Housing Lady said they were the cleanest floors she’s ever seen, let alone after seven years. I might have too much of my mother in me, but from that, I gathered that other people around here must be livin in filth or somethin!

When the housing people left, The Mister and I shared one of those long hugs where you clutch one another tightly in a celebration of victory. What an incredible relief!

The estimate guy from the moving company came out after that.  He had only good things to say as well.  “Within the weight limit..neat..clean..organized.”

Today, the packers came and packed sixty-three boxes of our belongings.  According to them, we had barely anything.  We are a complete house with books, games, electronics, media, and decor, so I’m guessing other people just have a lot of junk?

So far, moving seems to be good for my self-esteem.  *winks*
And it’s exhausting.  Moving is a draining experience, even when it’s exciting.
Every night, I fall asleep fast.  Even when I wake up in the middle of the night to panic about what I’ve forgotten, I fall right back to sleep.

So, that’s good, right?!?