Moving

I officially hate moving. It's terrible and I don't want to do it again...for a very long time. Needless to say, we moved. We got in late last night and I woke up early this morning to take Matthew to his new hire appointments.  I am pretty cranky. Moving is so exhausting. I especially hate packing. I HATE IT. It's pretty much the worst thing ever. I don't know what I would have done without Nadine as my task master. Oh wait, I do know what I would have done...what I did before she came over: stand in the middle of our mess paralyzed and unable to do anything, repeatedly state that I want to die, mumble under my breath how much I hate moving, and whine about it being the worst day of my life. I'm taking a nap now.