Moving Day Blues

I HATE MOVING!
I hate the whole idea of it. You would think that I was used to it by now. Before Michele and I were married I can only remember moving once before that. I know that my parents moved three/four times when I was really little but I don't remember those. I remember only one move. That was when I was five years old. I grew up in the house that we moved to. I didn't move again for another 16 years, that was when Michele and I moved to Arkansas. Since then, we have moved about 17 times!!! Thats one move a year per marriage!!!! GOOD GRIEF! The really sad thing about that is many of the places we have lived, we lived there for 2+ years. So that means we moved more than twice in some years. Now granted they were all for a reason. I guess I am just really tired of moving.
Well, not anymore (for at least 3 years).

Today is Friday and I am not sure how we are going to get the house finished before the movers get here at 7am tomorrow morning. There are a bunch of boxes in the breakfast room and the kids have boxes packed in there room. There are also boxes packed and left randomly around the house in different rooms.
The good thing about it is that we have the house for another month and we can take our time, on our off days, to get the odds and ends back to the cottage. The movers are only taking the furniture and the boxes that are packed.

Oh well, I guess i need to get back to packing and moving the furniture...

...Oh crap! I still have to mow the yard!!!!