Packing, sorting, throwing out, packing, moving, packing, finishing projects, packing...
Don't expect much else to come from me this week. Everything is in boxes, including my brain. (I think I packed it day before yesterday.) I even forgot TWO of my grandsons' birthdays. I should be fired as a grandmother.
I used to love to move. I still enjoy the clearing out part, just not the why-did-I-pack-that? I-still-need-it, I-have-to-unpack-it part. I don't enjoy carrying all the boxes down three flights of stairs either. I must be getting old.
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Somehow I doubt you're getting "old" and sorry but there is no "firing" in granparenthood...instead...commence the years of martyrdom for said missed birthdays!
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