Moving is Crap

Um, yeah, things have hit a pinnacle of stressfulness around here. These recent months (SIX LOOOOONNNG ONES) of job-hunting, house-selling, stuff-purging, things-packing, hurricane-hunkering, mosquito-dodging and everything-moving rank right up there as the most stressful of our entire lives. Andrew has been a terrible sleeper for days; his world is turned all upside-down and he is getting both upper incisors, to boot. The dogs are both completely wigged out. The moving company called today to inform us they couldn't come Wednesday as scheduled and had sold our contract to another company who would be coming TUESDAY AT NOON. Yep. One full day early. That lit a fire under our butts for sure. Part of my family is driving my car and the dogs across country, and the other part is flying with Andrew and me on Wednesday afternoon. Now, we flyers will oversee the move all day tomorrow and then do an unplanned crash in a hotel tomorrow night. Not happy. And finding a McAllen hotel with vacancy this soon after Dolly was extremely difficult since all the insurance adjusters are still in town. Can't wait 'til this is all over and Jon, Andrew, the pups and I are sitting in our Columbia screened-in porch, sipping wine and laughing about all the crazy moving experiences. As soon as the boarding passes are printed tomorrow, I will pack this computer, so I bid the bloggers a fond, short-lived farewell and request many good karma wishes be sent our way as so many people try desperately to get the whole Burbank clan in one place!