ahh… I hate moving. I like changing scenery, but I hate that to get to that one must methodically catalogue and cushion every item they’ve ever owned in cardboard boxes. I was determined to start working on boxing up at least one smaller room this afternoon, but after cleaning out a few drawers in the bathroom, I just realized I didn’t know where to start.
Cohen was a great distraction this afternoon because he cried and cried and was only happy when I was holding him and rubbing his back. He wasn’t running a fever and he never touched his ears (thank you, Jesus) so I am not sure what the exponentially greater need for comfort was today, but I can’t say I minded. I got lots of kisses… on the shoulder. Not sure what was about, but I will take them however I can get them. *grin*
Do you ever get to a place where you realize you are anxiously awaiting some changes and yet there are things you must accomplish first to get there? And those things seem very hard to do despite the great motivation to get them done? Sometimes I just want to wake up and its summer and I am already past all of the things I need to do. But since summer could arrive with no change unless I get my butt in gear, I need to just get going.
Project number 1: Pay off bills Monday.
Project number 2: Pack up all of our stuff this week.
I think that should be enough to keep me busy for awhile 🙂
Any advice? What do you do when you have tasks lined up that are less than pleasant?