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Stress

Of course, the moment I even think about blogging is when it starts getting busy here at the salon.  Happens to me every time.  I guess I do get paid to work and not blog.

This week has been kinda crazy.  We had Ian's birthday Wednesday.  Tuesday night, I spent most of the evening baking goodies for his birthday.  I am pretty proud of the self-control I have demonstrated around his goodies.  I have a huge sweet tooth.  My usual behavior is to either gorge myself on yummies or stay away from them completely, depending on the trend of the week.  Not this time, I indulged a bit--without over indulging.  This is kinda huge for me in changing my eating behavior.  Especially considering my current state of mind this week--which has been stress and chaos.

Thursday, which I guess was yesterday, we closed on the house.  I was glad to get that out of the way.  It was kinda an anticlimactic kinda day--because while we got to close (which was VERY exciting), we can't move until Saturday and there was still stuff they needed to get done before we move--all of which is getting slammed together at the very last minute causing me to stress a bit.

Then there is the packing.  And the moving.  I hate packing and moving.  I think that is pretty much a given with most people.  It ranks up there with trips to the gynecologist and the dentist.  In fact, I think I prefer to do both of those in one day over packing and moving.  But next week at this time, this all should be a distant memory--and I can focus on the unpacking and the decorating.

The other big stress is BABY GATES.  Of course, our stair case is an inch bigger then most of the gates out there, so I sent my beloved to BuyBuyBaby to spend 70 bucks on a baby gate that will HOPEFULLY fit.  And if it doesn't, I don't know what we will do.  I should have been more mindful of baby gates when we were building and made sure there was a good way to install one, but I didn't think of it!  Oh well, we will think of something and get it worked out.  Little miss was pretty excited about the stairs.  During our walk through, all she wanted to do was climb up them (with me right there behind her the whole time of course).

Last night, I got about 90% of the apartment packed up.  I tried to centralize all of our things in one area so we can just grab and load--grab and load.  I got a glimpse to how hoarders live.  I can't even stand it for 24 hours. Having stuff packed up and just all over.  I put packing off way too long, so I am not as organized as the type A part of me would like to be.  But it's too late for shoulda-couldas now.  Just time to do the dang thing.

Well that is all I have for you today.  Hope you all have a fantastic weekend.  Looking forward to a break tonight to celebrate a friend's graduation from KU! A good way to blow off steam before the big move tomorrow!

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