Well, after this weekend, I would definitely say MOVING!! We weren't supposed to move until the end of the month but due to a problem at DH's work, he was unable to take the day off we had originally planned on. He called me at work last Tuesday and said, "hey, the movers had a cancellation this Saturday so I told them that would be fine." WHAT?!
I was a military wife for a long time so I have a lot of experience with moving but I like to take my time and be organized. This move consisted of me just dumping everything into boxes. No cleaning, no sorting. The townhouse we moved out of looks like a tornado hit it--thank goodness our lease isn't up until the end of July so I can back and clean it correctly.
I took Friday off to finish packing and was no where near done when DH got home. I was fussing at my daughter, fussing at DH and once I got everybody all wound up--I just burst into tears. Huge, gut wrenching sobs. They were both appalled--it usually takes so much to faze me. I'm organized, efficient--a planner. But if I get into a situation where I haven't organized and planned, it freaks me out! I got a lot of hugs and a lot of help after my little nervous breakdown!
Thank goodness, we're moved in--I've got the kitchen and bathroom sorted and unpacked my clothes so I could find everything I needed for work today. I know it'll all be fine and I'll be so happy to be in the new house!