This is not funny.

I might be going crazy.

I was going to write on Monday but that really felt like a day I would just rather have my head between my knees so I wouldn't hyperventilate, and so I didn't write, the anxiety was too much.

It just feels like there is so much to do and since I am a person of action this waiting in between (aka. having to work and not being able to pack all day), fretting over money, timing and packing is about driving me out of my mind. (I appreciate that my husband is a strong person and can handle when I snap at him in moments of stress) It will be such a relief even just when the truck is packed and on it's way and all I have left to do is clean the house and pack my car. I'm pretty sure I'll feel a huge sigh of relief. That or I'll start worrying about the drive and expenses while driving.

Have I ever mentioned I'm a type A personality that desperately tries to be a B and fails miserably?

Yeah, that.

Also it didn't help my nerves that I was sexually harassed in my office on Monday. All I have to say is that Noop has great timing and walked into the back office mere seconds before it got any worse.

I can get through this. Now to just repeat this to myself about a thousand times while I pack faster the rest of this week and clean my house.

Yes I have to do a cleaning before I clean it all because my little sister is coming into town tomorrow and I'm so frickin' excited to see her because it's been too long.

Oh also I've figured out the whole furniture situation, I'm donating it. St. Vincent De Paul will come pick it up not this weekend but next and now all I have to sell is the bed, at least that helps.

Okay back to work people.