Moving is the worst and best thing. I was so excited to move into a bigger place, but as the moving started I was not feeling it.

I always get stuck with the organizing, and moving all the small stuff while my hubby does the big heavy stuff. It’s not fair because he thinks he did the hard work when that is so not true.

The hard work is boxing everything up, knowing where everything is going to go, unpacking everything, and then organizing it.

All the while he is at work and when he comes home to a clean organized house and acts like it was no big deal because he didn’t see the mountain of crap all over the house before it was lugged up the stairs and all put in it’s place.

I swear he thinks I can twinkle my nose or wave my wand and everything goes poof into place. I wish.

We are finally done moving and arranging everything and I am so exhausted. Everyone is happier with more room and the newness of it all.

I never want to move again!!!