I still have boxes to pack, clothes to put away, laundry to fold, toddler meals to plan, yet I find myself still on the couch. I am paralyzed. And very very sleepy.
I don’t know where we are going to sleep tomorrow. I don’t remember the new place’s layout. It’s basically like moving into fuzzy dark hole (too gross?). It’s very exciting. In an uncomfortable way.
Hold me. And pack that box, will’ya?