Daydreaming about the trip. That's fun. Researching places to go, I love it. Talking about the beautiful sites we'll see. All over it. Weighing and recording every last little thing we're going to take with us so we're not overweight. Blech. I think I'd rather do almost anything else. Especially since it's literally been weeks I've been doing this. Not all day every day, but enough of my time and energy that it's really gotten old. I've set everything up in a spreadsheet, I've got every item attached to a person or function (I don't want all the homeschooling materials coming out of my personal allowance!), and I'm weighing things on my bathroom scale or the kitchen food scale. I hope those are accurate enough!
In addition to weighing every.single.thing, we're having a second go at the moving sale this weekend. Taking pictures, assessing value, posting pictures online, figuring out where (other than Craigslist) to advertise a moving sale. I am slower than a tortoise trudging through molasses in January. I went to a local high school event with a friend last night, and an older lady and I were talking. I said I was tired (it was, in all honesty, my normal bedtime--of 8pm). She went on a little rant about how I had no business being tired, she's 70, she has every right to be tired, but why in the world was I? Even having 5 kids wasn't swaying her. So I'm slow, I'm tired, and I'm quite pathetic. What a week I'm having.
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