Movin' on Up

I'm moving. More importantly, I'm moving out of my childhood town. Yay. But I think I forgot how much of a pain moving is. Times 3. I admit that I have a lot of stuff, add that to the man's stuff, plus baby stuff (which seems to dominate every corner of the apartment). I have this strong urge to throw EVERYTHING out. I mean, I don't really need six coffee mugs, do I? And do I really need to keep all of this newborn stuff? It's not like I'm having another baby right now. But how do you pick and choose what to toss? I need the Hoarders crew to come clean and pack for me.

Or a good playlist and some really strong caffeine.

Super Jen, to the Rescue!

We watch entirely too much Super Why! in this house. Like 'I've seen every episode at very least twice and can say the lines before the characters do' too much. I also have the theme song stuck in my head 24/7. It makes me think that I need my own theme song. After all, I have super powers, right?

I mean, I only have to pack up my apartment, fix a couple of things, scrub it clean (on top of normal day-to-day cleaning), take care of the child (feed, diaper, nap, clothe, bathe, entertain), work from home, go into the office for at least a full day, errands, birthday gift shop... The list goes on and on and I'm sure I'm forgetting things. And did I mention that this is just the next two weeks? Ugh, I need a nap and some strong coffee.

Theme song coming soon...