Monday: call about utilities and sign apartment contracts, Pack all things not moving
Tuesday: Pack all thing including the living!
Wednesday: Load all fricken day long
Thursday: Get carpets cleaned and then scrub apartment
Friday: Take loaded truck with pickup truck attached followed by mini van with one adult two kids and four (foaming and pooping) cats to North Carolina via an 9 hour drive
Friday evening/morning: unload into apartment and storage unit.
Saturday: convince sugar loaded and certainly angry children that sleep in necessary for health reasons (mine).
Sunday: CRY and call my mommy!
Ps, I believe I am coming down with something horrible that is either
a. The black death. (sounds yummy doesn't it)
b. I have always sounded like Mr. Coffee when I take a deep breath and really it's nothing to worry about.
e. some yet to be diagnosed crazy disease of the lungs.
SO I ask you don't you think Dante described this once as the third ring of hell? It could have been the fourth or fifth I am on very little sleep and delirium is setting in.