To Do:

My "to do" list keeps growing and growing. The trouble is that the rate at which things are being added to the list far surpassed the speed at which they are completed and crossed off. I have so much packing to do and I need to move all the boxes and furniture to the basement and garage to store. Then I need to wrap it all in that giant plastic wrap so that the ex can't go through it all and take the things he thinks he should have. Those items being referred to are often my family heirlooms. What does he think... "sure your grandmother hand painted those dishes for you before she died but I think I should keep them". What a tool.

I'm moving to my parents house next week. What day? Oh, I don't know because I don't know my work schedule for then. I forgot to ask for the week off. I also forgot to ask for that weekend off. Whoops.

I just have so much to do. I'm so stressed out. You know it's bad when people start asking if you're ok because you don't seem like yourself. Um no, I'm not ok. I am moving back in with my parents. I will be sleeping on a pull out couch... indefinitely. I have no job. Yeah, I fold sweaters a few times a week but the distance is cutting that back even more. I don't have a lot of support outside of my parents. Hello, I can't tell my parents everything about the ex. They are over 60 and it's entirely possible that some things about the demise of our marriage could cause heart failure.

I need a vacation.