I am taking a break from packing to scarf down a Jimmy Johns BLT (trying to ignore the golf Chris is watching because the quiet, soothing announcers voices always make me think it's nap time) and I am getting impatient.
I want to be in our house NOW, NOW, NOW! Are we all packed? Not even close. Have we finished priming our bedroom (in the apartment)? Nope. Am I really nervous that we've forgotten to do something really really important that will prevent our closing? Yup. Have we actually forgotten this something? Most likely not...with my control freak type A can't sleep double checking everything all the time attitude.
Thus, I am impatient. Getting the keys to our *new* house is so close but yet so far away. Yes, a bit of the dramatic. Less than 48 hours and it will be OURS! But I guess since 48 hours is not really that long in reality, I better get my booty back in packing mode before my hubby throws the industrial strength plastic wrap (Note* Thanks Emily- best stuff ever AND fun in general) my way.
Tuesday will be here before you know it! And so will Friday...keep on packing and pray the weather cools off. This will be fun!!
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