Pack-Rats don't do Pack-Outs.

So, it's Monday and the packers/movers are coming on Wednesday. I have scheduled my next two days such that I hardly have time to organize. This morning, we're off to the vet, which is roughly an hour away. We will be making a 40 minute detour to pick up my stepfather, so he can sit with the girls while I deal with the "boys." Of course, on the way back, I will have to drop off my stepfather and run the boys on the golf course where he is the superintendent. I will visit with my mom and give the girls some lunch. Then I have to stop at IKEA ("stop" at IKEA! hah!) to get some vessels in which to organize our clothing and personal belongings. I will get home around 5PM most likely. That leaves on hour before the bedtime routine begins. Nice.

It gets worse because tomorrow, I have two appointments in the city; one is at the OB-GYN (tmi?) to ensure that I don't have THREE children in three years and the other is at the dentist to finish a crown. I will gone all day and will likely be in pain upon my return home. My husband was born to be a Foreign Service Officer, but I don't think I was born to be a Trailing Spouse. I suck at this stuff. I am terribly disorganized and thoroughly devoted to accumulating "stuff." I am low on motivation and hate to clean. I am a world-class procrastinator as evidenced in the fact it's Monday and we're moving Wednesday and all I've done is blog about it!