The last hours of moving are the hardest.
5,672 little things to finish/bring/do/fix.
And then there's the cleaning.
The never-ending cleaning.
Every wall smudge, every inch of baseboard, every cabinet shelf and drawer wiped down....my feet are throbbing and head aching from the last 5 days or so of constant movement.
I'd so rather run an ultra. At least you can go brainless while running mile after mile.
I have to THINK about what I'm doing.
Or I end up accidentally packing all Bennett's pants somewhere I can't find and he walks around half naked all day.
1 comment:
Bahahaha! Love that you packed his pants! :-) I finally got my brain back from moving while pregnant... I coated on nothing for way too long!
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