Random Thoughts from a Racing Mind

I found that on Pinterest. 
I like it.
So I'm sharing it with you.

My relator contacted me today. 
When do you want to start showings? She asked.
Um...Never.  Can't you just sell my house without taking pictures and without having people walk through it?
Makes sense to me.
Otherwise...what am I paying you for?

Well...I guess that can't happen...so I had to keep boxing up stuff...no...let's call it what it is - CRAP.  Boxes and boxes of crap are exiting my house!
O.M.G.  Do you know how much crap I have?!

And I have to get ready for this weekend - which is UBER busy.
And it's so damn hot out I just can't do anything.
Eleanor's crabby.
I'm crabby.
I'm tired.
E's so tired she's boycotting sleep. 
It was another one of those nights that she called for me and called for me and called for me.  Finally I told her I wasn't going in there any more.  She called for me again and I sat outside of her door and cried.
Then I told myself I was doing stuff until 9 and then I was sitting down and blogging.
With a glass of wine. 
Seriously.  I don't know what person in their right mind makes the conscience decision to move. 
YOU
ARE
CRAZY
Unless you need to move.  Or your house is falling down around you.
Don't
Do
It!
OK - I'm done.  I'm so super excited to move...it's just packing that sucks.  I even like unpacking. 
Ouf...I need to go do more packing...