Last Stop: Procrastination! All Aboard!

Twenty-twenty-twentyfour hours to go

I wanna be sedated!

So much to do, so much junk in our home

I wanna be sedated!

My apologies to the Ramones, but that is the soundtrack of the inside of my head.  We have made multiple trips to the storage unit and the in-laws' house, and the house doesn't seem any less full!  How and why, God, why do we have so much stuff?!

Here's what's on the docket for today: Bruce wants me to measure the items in our bedroom to see what will fit in the new room.  I really want to bring our plush recliner so I have a comfy place to feed the baby.  Bruce, conveniently, had to work today.  So it's all me & Emmie!  Total chaos - a baby who gets bored after five minutes and a mom who keeps starting projects and absent-mindedly abandoning them. 

Then I have to throw more crap in boxes and garbage bags.  I've got to pack the china and crystal.  I'm such a slacker.  Oy vey! (Yiddish shout-out to my friend Veronica).

The only room of the house that has been cleared out at this point is the closet under the stairs.  That's it!  Looking around is entirely overwhelming.  I just have to pick one area and stick to it.  Pick it and stick it, that's gonna be my motto.  On second thought, that's a terrible motto.  It sounds like I am a creepy predator.

Even my thoughts are all over the place!  Last night I had a couple of glasses of wine at the in-laws' (and was suddenly so fine with the whole situation) and came home and thought it would be a great idea to pop the bottle of champagne we had in the fridge and toast the two good years we had here.  Except, Bruce just had one glass and I FINISHED THE BOTTLE.  Oops.  Thus accounting for my worse than usual scatterbrain. 

Baby's up.  Gotta go.  Wish me luck!