Seriously guys. I feel like momness and life as usual is put on hold for crazy-lady-who-knows-she-needs-to-do-20-billion-things-but-hasn't-done-anything-yet. I'm having writer's block because I feel like there's this HUGE dark void called being in-between houses that is preventing me from thinking about anything else. The scariest part is that I don't know how long we'll be in this "void." Could be weeks, could be months. It's so consuming it's keeping me from getting anything done. I think deep down I'm not packing or anything because I WANT to hold on to this little piece of security - this HOT one-bedroom apartment that barely fits the 3 of us that I HATE. At least I know this place exists. At least I know where to lay my daughter down at night. I try to picture our new place - where it'll be, what it'll look like, how I'll want to decorate. I picture shopping for furniture and bedding and toothpaste. Then I look around at the mess I'm living in that needs to be sold, given away, tossed or boxed up. Blogging is a luxury right now. I really should not be doing this. I can think of 20 things that need to be done instead but I guess one blog post isn't enough of a release valve to help me de-stress. I hope you'll indulge me. I'm gonna go cry now (not really). And then get to work. I promise. Goodnight world.