Check, Check, Check

Mr F got a raise (maybe he'll be able to drop all the extra work soon and we can have a normal life?)

The seller agreed to pay our radon mitigation (cannot believe it... totally thought they'd shoot it down)

I signed Kid up for school (yes I'm freaking out)


Of course I still feel like rolling around on the floor and crying out "I can't do it!". I'm planning on loading the kids up and hitting the road on Monday morning. Saying I really don't want to go down there and face the packing/moving music doesn't even come close to expressing my complete and utter dread of the tasks ahead.

I suppose I'll live through it.

18 days until the moving truck comes...

Hopefully I won't have become addicted to meth in the mean time.