Oh my freakin' God. Moving is the WORST thing I could ever imagine doing while having a 5 month old. No, seriously. If Wyatt were older, we'd have a serious, serious talk. And maybe he'd be grounded. He was absolutely TERRIBLE... okay, he was just not used to NOT being the center of attention. Since Josh is working nights I have to pretty much pack all our stuff up by myself so he can sleep during the day. So Wyatt is very displeased with this. I pretty much rotate him between the excersaucer, highchair, bumbo, and baby bjorn. I want to die. I'm so sick of hearing him scream bloody murder... AH! Anyway, I think I pretty much got most of it done. My friend's are coming over tomorrow to help me move. Between 3 cars, I hope we don't have to take TOO many trips. But I'm looking at this massive wall-o-stuff and I'm super overwhelmed. My friend's have a baby too, so tomorrow might just be very challenging. I need to just stay positive and go with the flow. Whatever doesn't get taken over there will eventually get over there I guess. We have till the 19th, but I need to take advantage of help when I can get it. It's hard doing this on my own. Thursday we're renting a small truck to load up the furniture. Will this ever end?!
Sorry that this is taken with my cell. My camera is packed. :(
Well, I should go to bed while I can. It's after midnight and Wyatt has been getting up at 6 every morning.