Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Oh, just crying on the bathroom floor, typical #momstress

It may have to do with the fact that I'm moving in t-minus 6 days.  I've packed nothing, NOTHING, my garage is so full and disorganized thanks to our garage sale that I literally can't even walk out the door.  I just open it and throw whatever it is I'm trying to get out of the house as far away from the door as possible.  I feel like a real winner.  The kids are out of school in two days which means I'll be in charge of them 100% of the time for the next three months.  Which is a lot of time.  But I'm just so happy that I don't have to wake up at what feels like the crack of dawn to make more peanut butter sandwiches and wrap them in plastic wrap because we are out of baggies, AGAIN.  No more looking for folders, chasing kids down on their way to the bus because they forgot their permission slip, no more school.  I'm pretty happy about it to be honest. 

But moving, you guys, it's a lot of work.  And it's so overwhelming.  So overwhelming that I'm not even starting.  I'm just in that I-know-the-panic-will-hit soon and I'll be borderline insane but right now I just can't even go there.  I'm just sitting back waiting for the storm to hit.  So then, it makes sense that the next best thing to do (with all my free time) is have a birthday party for my 6, going to be 7 year old. I have nothing packed, my garage is bursting with crap I need to donate, my office is so disorganized it's embarrassing, so why don't I throw a party?  That's what #momguilt will do for you. 

Because about 12 months ago I promised to do a party, even bought all the stuff, and then I failed.  I gave up. I wasn't even moving.  I just got too tired and it was the end-of-the-school-year typical overwhelm and I put all the stuff for the party away telling her, we will do the best party ever NEXT year.  Not realizing that next year, in addition to end of school craziness, I'll also take a trip to Pennsylvania, drive to Logan four days a week, spend so much time and energy trying to find a place to live, and be moving in 6 short days. 

So the timing is dreadful but--I promised.  I will not go back on your promise because #momguilt is the worst.  So birthday party, here we come!  PRAY FOR ME.  

My advice to you, when you're on the brink of a breakdown, throw a party.  ;)

1 comment:

  1. I could have told you that one.... throwing a party is our solution for everything... ;)