Moving day, pt 1
It's gonna be an interesting one. So far I've been up for two hours and have got as far as putting a bra on. I can't tell if it's out of control anxiety or dodgy fish for dinner last night, but my body is not happy today.
In the next six hours I need to, in no particular order:
*Pack up the last few things in the kitchen and bathroom
*clean the kitchen
*clean the bathroom
*pack up an overnight bag
*disconnect/pack up electronics
*make sure everything not going with me is out on the curb for trash pick-up
*get all the boxes out of the closet and out from under the bed
*make a cup of tea (I'm doing this one right now, to try to settle my stomach)
*a final run of the vacuum if there's time
For now, I need to convince my reluctant body that I can in fact do more than huddle in my chair. Stupid body!
In the next six hours I need to, in no particular order:
*Pack up the last few things in the kitchen and bathroom
*clean the kitchen
*clean the bathroom
*pack up an overnight bag
*disconnect/pack up electronics
*make sure everything not going with me is out on the curb for trash pick-up
*get all the boxes out of the closet and out from under the bed
*make a cup of tea (I'm doing this one right now, to try to settle my stomach)
*a final run of the vacuum if there's time
For now, I need to convince my reluctant body that I can in fact do more than huddle in my chair. Stupid body!