The story of my life anymore... From sunup to sundown, I'm either taking care of baby or filling a box. I can't wait til it's back to just baby.
I'm one week into my efforts at packing. We are down to 2 weeks until we head out of town to become New Yorkers once again. Part of me looks at my progress & thinks, "I'm doing great! I have plenty of time to finish the rest." And another part of me says, "WHAT?! That's ALL I've gotten done?! I'm never going to make it!!"