You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life.

Anonymous

Today I broke. I couldn’t get a garbage bag around my clothes and screamed (really–I did) about 20 four letter words (well that’s no surprise to anyone who knows me,) threw them all down and walked away. After that production, I’m sitting here watching the NHL playoffs and drinking my martini.

I’ve calmed down a bit, but today was a day of feeling overwhelmed. I took the day off work to pack, but unlike most jobs, Fridays for me are email heavy. So, the dreaded-“I’ve got to catch up on emails” had already set in by 10am. But we had to load the trailer, pack the rest of our things, and drive north three hours to Hayward, WI where we have our storage facility. We drove for six hours there and back. It snowed. It’s cold. I’m grumpy. I JUST WANT TO BE DONE. I’m feeling sad that my puppies will no longer have their 1/3 acre fenced in yard to run around in. I feel guilty that they look at me with their big, brown eyes and wonder what the hell is going on. UGH! I’m such a horrible puppy mama! See how my brain works?

Needless to say, my temper tantrum was probably anticipated by Dave. He just walked out of the bedroom and allowed me to vent. And by that, I mean he didn’t want to be a target–and I don’t blame him.

All of this said, I still think we are making such an amazing change. One where I anticipate adventures with new cultures, food, friends, and Dave not living in arthritis agony anytime a low front comes through. In the words of a favorite colleague of mine, It’s gonna be great!

Right?