I’m very fortunate to have an awesome boss (Hi Dad!) who made the extremely wise decision to shut down the office this week and give all employees the week off.
I’m especially grateful for this time off, not only so I can regroup and recover from the frenzy of Christmas, but also because we have a lot to do before our move in two weeks.
Two weeks! Man, time flies.
Now that the time has almost come to move, it’s all I want to do. I want to pack, move, and unpack. Like, now. Actually, like, yesterday. Because there is almost nothing I hate more than having my house in complete disarray, except for maybe Walmart.
What’s even worse is that I have recently realized that my house is a perfect reflection of my brain.
If my house is a wreck, my brain is a wreck. In other words, if Rob leaves crumbs on the counter I become a crazy basketcase. Just ask him.
But if my house is organized, clean, and peaceful, my head is clear as well. Rob is still learning this lesson, and could really save me a lot of mental distress if he could just figure this out. I have hope that he’ll come around soon.
So just as a heads up, if you’re reading this, you may want to take these last few sentences to heart and BEWARE! PSYCHO ON THE LOOSE FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.
So obviously the first step to all of this is to pack up the house. I’m happy to report that I have started, and have successfully packed up my china hutch. Period. That’s it.
It’s just that I feel so overwhelmed and don’t know where to start. I have really good intentions of packing all our crap in an extremely organized fashion, with all the boxes labeled and to be placed in the corresponding room, so that unpacking will be a quick and easy feat.
(Re-reading that last sentence just made me break out in hives and chew off at least four fingernails.)
(Help.)
Rob and I have plans to attack the office tomorrow and get all of that packed up, which I am hoping will relieve some of my ridiculous anxiety.
In the meantime, I’m at least going to be making sure that my countertops are clean.
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December 31, 2008 at 3:32 pm
Vanity
I’m the same way, if things around me are cluttered and in disarray, I am a total mess! I’m so anal.
We have a move coming up in March, however we won’t know where we’re going until about 2-4 weeks prior to moving. That’s the Navy for ya!
So stressful! I hope it goes smoothly!
Happy 2009!
January 1, 2009 at 2:04 am
Mo
I will help you organize. I love organizing. Just let me know when…I’ll bring my label maker. Dorks!
January 4, 2009 at 10:38 pm
daddy
Man, reading you is scary, its like you stole my brain. I stress over the same stuff. I have actually said “if my surroundings are organized then my life must be perfect and organized too.” Pretty psick. With a P. Meaning cool. Not really. Just sick. With no P. But it works for me. (and apparently you too.)
Anyway, I love mindless organizational projects. I can pack your stuff up. And I have 3 label makers, Mo.
Yeah. Dad is awesome. Christmas vacation was incredible. Now back to work.
Love you,
Daddyboss