Anyone who has ever moved knows the chaos that is involved. Anyone who has ever moved an entire housefull of stuff, along with a child and two dogs knows that a stay at the insane asylum is not unrealistic. Anyone who has attempted the aforementioned move across multiple states while in the midst of a recession has probably already booked and been a resident at the mental institution of their insurance company's choosing.
That is where I am at.
My family is moving. Moving out of state. Moving on. Moving ahead. Moving.
I'd like to say that we're organized. We are on track. We are checking things off of our to-do list and abiding by timelines set forth by --- me. But, 'I can not tell a lie'. Even the best laid plans have some cracks in their foundations.
Being the Type A personality that I am (the fun, sarcastic type), I made a project plan. I made assignment lists, packing lists, mental notes of who we need to contact and when. Then an itty-bitty needle got thrown into the haystack of our lives and the plan needed to change. Not only changed, but expedited. Whereas I thought I had two full months to get ready for the move...I now have one.
One month to put new flooring down, to paint crayon and fingerprint-covered walls, to put the house on the market, to find a new house in a new city, to find a new job...to finish my current job.
Now, us Type A personalities love stress. We thrive on it. As a journalist, I love deadlines. I love chaos. But COME ON!!! There are too many things to do and not enough resources in the world to help in such a short amount of time. Oh, and throw getting tooth-work done on top and it's like throwing a cherry on top of a melted ice cream sundae.
Some may ask, "If you're so busy Monica, why do you have time to blog?" That's a fair and valid question. And my answer is a simple one: If I didn't take the time out to do what I love (write, not bitch), then I wouldn't just go insane, I'd go criminally insane. And quite frankly, I don't have time to do time in the slammer.
Rest assured, I have a new plan in place and it goes something like this. My family is moving. Moving out of state. Moving on. Moving ahead. Moving.
See? I've got a lot accomplished. The beginning and end have already been done. The middle has yet to be written.
You rock - that's it...you just rock! And rest assured that if you went criminally insane, I would have the best defense team money can buy, along with my own legal eagle wannabe input, and you'd be outta the slammer in plenty of time to blog again :)
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