Ugh...that's all I have to say. I hate moving. And the reason I hate moving is I hate packing. Nothing gets me more frustrated than sorting, boxing and just knowing that all this hard work will be undone in a month when we move to our new home. It also reminds me how much Bobby and I don't see eye to eye when it comes to stuff. I'm of the mind to donate or toss it if we don't use it. He wants to keep it just in case. And so our two stubborn mind-sets collide and make me want to bang my head against a wall.
I will be so amazingly glad when this moving business is over and we can enjoy our new home in Texas and all of the frustration is behind us. I can't wait to just enjoy living life with my man and my little girl. Because packing does not a happy mommy make.