Moving on.

Moving has my nerves completely shot.
It's funny how I remember so few details of our move from Alabama 2 years ago.
But I'm sure I was a total spazz then, too.
I remember leaving almost half of our stuff on the curb because we thought the middle size truck would be big enough, but it wasn't.
I remember everybody stinking to high heaven after packing the truck and thinking we'd shower before we hit the road, but we had packed all the towels and clothes. And soap.
And then we drove through the night in a car with no a/c and had 2 dogs and a cat with us.
OMG, we probably stunk so incredibly bad.

Maybe in 2 years I'll hardly remember this move, too.
That will be awesome.

I think what it comes down to is that I hate change.
Even if it's a good change, it just takes me a while to be okay with it.
But I'm so excited about the house and the new neighborhood.

The kids only have a few more days of school left.
Brace yourselves because the "back to school" posts will be coming soon.
If you know me, you know that back to school almost slays me every year.
It's like tax season for an accountant, or the olympics for an athlete, except nobody pays me and I get no metals.

Happy summer, y'all.