42 hours until the movers get here and I am in no way done packing. Not even close. Yet here I sit, at work with nothing to do but worry and blog. I am so, so kicking myself that I didn't put in more effort into packing over the weekend.
I dread the moving process, but I am excited about the new house. I wish we were in a position to buy rather than rent, but I am looking forward to the new house. It's got a fenced yard. It's small, but at least I can let the puppies run around outside, rather than having to walk them or put them on the leash in the back yard.