Barber Bustlings

We are moving to Utah in three days. My house is a wreck; I feel like we are living the way hoarders live,  minus the rats, cats and various smells. The point is, we have been in packing mode for the last month and it has almost pushed me to the point of being ready to move. I cannot stand the disarray around here; it is mentally exhausting. We have taken three vanloads of STUFF to Savers and that feels good. We will be ready but we do have a lot of work ahead of us: finishing packing the next two days, loading the truck, then making the actual trip, then the unloading and don't get me started on the UNpacking. And then we have walls and ceilings to paint. And carpet to replace. And... okay, cannot think about it. Must take it one day at a time. I am so thankful to have had the past four months to digest this move and all it entails. No, I have not accepted this move 100% and yes, I have cried countless times (counting now as I type this). I have really lived these past four mon

I found this unfinished post from April 26th and decided to publish it unfinished. I have to write down all the emotions I am feeling. I cannot believe that preschool is over. For the last 9 months that has been a major part of my life. I feel happy and sad. I feel proud of myself. I started a business and it was successful! The kids and I enjoyed it right up until the end. For the first time I am not questioning what more I could have done. I have no regrets and that feels great! I am also feeling sad because now it is really time to pack up the house and move. We move four weeks from tomorrow. This was the last big event and now it is over.