Whose idea was it to move?

Oh yeah... it was mine. Not entirely, but I would say that I've been pushing for this for a long time, and my husband has been more back and forth until a few months ago—yes on the general idea to move, but unsure on the timing. Until we found a new home that we loved, a new neighborhood that is awesome, a great new school, a playground and huge grassy area right behind our house, and beautiful views of the mountains.

Whenever I go to our new house, or even think about it, I get excited. It's just the reality of living in the midst of boxes that stresses me out big-time. I know it's not for very long (and I realize that we brought this chaos on ourselves), but I think my anal/OCD nature goes into overload when I'm unable to create order in the spaces that surround me. Last Saturday, I started the day with a messy kitchen. That does not work for me. So, I spent time cleaning it (after completing my thrice-daily ritual of scouring the kitchen table and floor after the babies eat—they are so messy!). When I was done, it sparkled. Two hours later, every surface was covered in boxes, packing supplies, and dishes/cookware to be packed, plus those odds and ends items that you don't know what to do with.

A few days ago, I was lying on my bed, done with work for the day and ready to pack again, but feeling very overwhelmed and not sure where to start. So I cried a bit, and then got up and got moving, albeit slowly. My husband had meetings until 7:30 that night, and by the time he got home, I was done with the kids, done with packing—just done. So, I put some things in the van to decorate my new kitchen and went off to the new house.

It may seem a little silly to decorate the tops of cabinets when there's absolutely nothing else in the house itself, but after I was done, I breathed a sigh of relief. It grounded me, which was absolutely necessary to remember when I returned home to a house full of boxes and chaos.

One last thought: How annoying is that I still have to clean the house that I'm moving out of? Shouldn't it just stay clean, so that I don't have to worry about scrubbing toilets after I've exhausted myself with packing? Phfft. That's all I have to say about that.