Tomorrow is moving day. That makes today pre-moving day, which is even worse. I really shouldn’t be typing this right now. I don’t have time. Tomorrow we will just go, go, go, and whatever happens happens. Today is for everything else.
We just got back from the vet. The cat is fine. Ear mites are gone. Nini will be over to pick both pets up in a few minutes. Get them out of the way for the weekend. Toy Grammy should arrive around the same time to help with the packing. So. Much. Packing. I think we might have done two thirds of it in the past month. That leaves only one third to do today. Yay.
Ruby has a neurologist appointment this afternoon, to add to the fun. Things have suddenly not been going well for her in that department. I guess she and her brother trade off. That is extra stress you do not need on pre-moving day.
I also just remembered about the one million other things I should have done before today. Get our mail forwarded. Cancel cable. Pick up more boxes. We are out of boxes again.
All of this and the new house isn’t even ready yet. I need to go over there at some point and see what I can do to help. The painting isn’t done. The cleaning isn’t done. Yesterday the refrigerator was still in the living room. Tomorrow will be what it will be, and we will do what we can do. Today I am freaking out about it a little.
The kids are not happy. Even when they are happy, they’re not happy. Good stress is stress too. Ruby doesn’t want to move, so her last day at the co-op is going to be spent in abject despair I fear. Edward does want to move, but he is on edge as well. There is a feeling in the air on the last day of anything, and today is the last day. And I shouldn’t be writing this. I should be packing. Or comforting. Or calling. Or e-mailing. Or filling out. Or planning. Or buying. Or something. I have to go. I’ll see you on the other side.