Why does every day feel like Monday?

Well in case you haven't been able to tell...I've got too much on my plate to add blogging to it. Trying to schedule a move date, work, clean (which seems impossible when you are trying to pack), shower, etc. I have 3 loads of laundry spilling over a large laundry basket. Each of them clean. Sitting there, staring at me, every night I go to bed. Crying out in pain from the wrinkles. Begging to be loved by a hanger. The only action they get, is when I swipe my hand through them, with my eyes closed, to pick out a shirt I hope matches any given pair of pants I can find in that same pile.

Not folding laundry could also just be a result from me hating to do laundry regularly. It is also possible, that there are that many loads waiting for attention even when I have nothing else going. But I am not admitting to anything.

Ahhhh....it's that time. That time when everything comes to a head, gets ready to hit the fan and then all gets finished without a second to spare.

I knew it would be here eventually. It's just that it seemed as those it was taking forever. Then forever quickly passed by me and now, well, I don't have forever. I have about 3 weeks. That's just to get the house completely packed up and living arrangements made for the Kid.

I will still have to stay an extra week, to coordinate the actual move and meet with the renter. Oh, I forgot to add that to the list. Somehow I have to show this place while it looks like a disaster area. Run credit checks, call employers, clean the carpets (or just have it replaced altogether!).

If I click my leopard print stiletto's together three times, will I wake up in Texas, with everything in it's rightful place? Can I at least try? I know, they don't go with this outfit anyway.