Today was a bust. I’m trying so hard not to panic, but the icy fingers of things spinning out of control are tickling the edges of my heart. Everything— absolutely everything— is happening at once.
For my school: Finals, tests, labs, makeups, computer problems, lost assignments, unexpected bills from the school, deadlines, graduation. Graduating and taking college finals for four classes is a fulltime job.
My kids: All have their end of schools stuff, ceremonies, presentations, parties, playdates, field trips, overnight campouts, culmination projects, awareness that they only have two weeks with their favorite friends. Times three. Three kids as a solo parent is a fulltime job.
The House: Trying to pack and pack and pack. Sorting is a must, because I don’t want to pack junk or outgrown clothes or stuff I don’t want. There is trash and junk and the disaster that is the garage still to be dealt with. The Yard Sale is Saturday. I’m so not ready, but put the ad on Craigslist anyway. I hate having a garage sale, but I need the money for the move. Badly. Packing a house is a fulltime job.
Notice anything? Can you feel the panic? Does it feel like an elephant is sitting on your chest too? How the hell am I going to pull all this off? I have TWO WEEKS to do this. I have two weeks to pack this whole house, take four finals, straighten out financial aid with the college, finish coordinating this move, have a garage sale, and sort the garage.
Thursday I take my last final. Friday my kids finish school. All three get out at noon. Family and loved ones arrive Friday afternoon. Saturday at 9 am I graduate. Sunday morning, my kids leave for California to spend time with my family while I move us. Monday I pick up the truck. Tuesday, we’re outa here. BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Tell me I can do this… Please.
(while typing I remember that I have to make it to the district offices to request in writing Bean’s IEP and SpEd records so I can hand carry them to the new schools, the kids all have to go to the dentist, I need a haircut, I have two camping-trips’ worth of laundry to do before I sell the washer and dryer and I have to find a home for the bird.) Anyone need a frontloading Maytag washer and dryer set?