I'm Pooped

I'm tired...

tired of packing
tired of throwing things away
tired of being tired
tired of stressing out

I have been doing nothing but packing my house up for the past week now and I'm about ready to scream at the top of my lungs! My dad came down last weekend and actually helped me out a lot! It was a busy Saturday last week for me because I got up early, got Jazmin ready and took her to a dance competition in Provo, came back home and moved stuff to our storage. I got back from the competition and the truck was loaded up, my walls were done (my dad finished the spackling job I started), and the girl's bunk beds were down and Brock's crib was taken apart. We got the garage cleared out and all I had was a huge mess in the end. I never realized how much crap I have save over the past 5 years we have been in this house. I was done so I just took everything that I didn't need to take to the Philippines or that didn't need to be in the storage over to the D.I. I have cleaned out my basement and have started to pack clothes and toys in suitcases and duffel bags. Yes, I have shed some tears the last couple of days because I feel sooo overwhelmed but I should be proud of myself for having to do a lot of things by myself with no hubby. I seriously need a medal or something for having to do this by myself. Oh ya and during this whole ordeal of packing up things I have sprouted a little gray hair! Grrrr! I can't wait til Brandon gets back so he can help me out. I'm hoping that he was able to get an earlier flight home. I'm crossing my fingers.