Three Minutes from Crazy

Hello, dear reader.

I haven't been here for a while, and let me tell you why:

On Saturday I'm moving, with my boy and the WonderDog, to a smaller place outside the city, where we will await the completion of our lovely new home.

Today I started my new job, where I am 100% of the French department, 50% of the ESL department, and a good chunk of the English Language Arts department. But no pressure or anything.

I am so busy and so worried about absolutely everything that I can hardly see straight, much less blog. You know how when you move, at first you think it's a great idea? Then you start to realize how much work it is, but you're still pretty excited? Then the new place starts to seem REAL to you and you long to be there, and you're frustrated cause you're not? And then how all your stuff (your BOOKS) are in boxes in your mom's garage and someone's come and taken the bookshelves away and moving day is SATURDAY whether you're ready or not and all you want to do is crawl into bed and stay there until it's all just gone away?
Yes, that's where I'm at. Wondering at my sanity, surrounded by boxes, and running out of time.

So anyway, I am three minutes away from crazy, awaiting messages from the mother ship, and needing a general break. I will be back, once everything is sorted and I'm able to breathe again.

Thanks for asking, though.