That's my normal state of being lately. Aaaaaack! I can breathe and relax once we're moved.
Our house is on the market. Keeping it show-worthy with four kids (and two adults, and two cats) living here, not so easy. I'm such a planner (and a bit of a perfectionist sometimes) that this whole up-in-the-air, wait-for-the-house-to-sell thing is not for me. I dream of the day we are moved, with 8,000 boxes sitting around me in my new house, and not caring when they get unpacked, because no one has to see it. LOL. But I will unpack them steadily, because that's the way I am. But it will be on my timeline, not some unknown, arbitrary one determined by house showings and realtors, and school schedules, and when-will-it-sell?
When I get stressed, I knit. Or I crochet. Or I stitch. And I have been squeezing some of that in, after the kids are in bed and I've decided that my daily quota of house self-torture has been fulfilled. I've finished several things, and I could provide in-progress pictures on others. But I haven't been taking pictures. So, here's a picture of my daughter, M, modeling the hat she made on one of her round knitting looms. Yes, she has a spot on her shirt. See what I have to contend with? ROFL.