Today I had a little panic attack. Just a little one. No need to breathe into a paper bag, yet. I'm just a little anxious about the upcoming move. And packing. Which is weird for me because I love packing. But it has dawned on me that I am packing up an entire house and moving in two weeks. 15 days to be exact. The movers come on the 26th.
I feel disorganized and anxious. I feel short-tempered and frustrated. Not at anyone or anything (although Madison begs to differ) just at the lack of control I am feeling at the moment.
So, I decided that I would do what I do best. Instead of freaking out and running around like a maniac, I would make a list. A neat and concise list of everything I have to know and do. I have written down all my account numbers. I have a list of every place I need to contact to change my address. I have a list of all the things the movers are taking and where they are putting them (actually, I have diagrams of that). I am organizing. It makes me feel a little more at peace.
I have no idea what I am doing.