Box mines sounds like an rpg dungeon tbh

Hey sweetpeas! Everything is a lot right now, but for good reasons – we got our moving date! This weekend coming! THAT IS INCREDIBLY SOON! So if you don't see me, please assume that it's because I'm up to my eyes in boxes of stuff and regretting all of my life choices. 

I am excited! I am looking forward to dragging LexGarrett to ikea and making him have opinions about furniture and maybe having enough bookcases for my books for the first time in literally seven years! I just keep forgetting to take my ADHD meds, so dopamine? I don't know her. I'm the person in charge of the actual mechanics of moving – packing, getting utilities sorted, making lists, figuring out what furniture we're gonna need, all the fun logistical stuff – and funnily enough, trying to do all of that without my store-bought neurotransmitters is not going quite as well as I'd like. 


(For bonus points: Lex and I have completely conflicting coping strategies! Lex needs to process everything internally at his own pace, where I need to talk things through and know everyone's on the same page. I need to choose and book everything in advance – right now – because channelling the anxiety into things I can control; Lex needs there to be things to still do as a break from moving. Neither of us is wrong! No one is bad for needing these things! There's just no middle ground between those two points that doesn't leave one of us in an anxiety spiral.)

DESPITE the lack of dopamine, it's going okay? I think? Lex has made the ultimate sacrifice and done battle with the Jars of Dubious Age and Provenance in the fridge, so that's probably the worst task done. I'm still in the box mines of trying to pack up our bedroom, I'm just losing the war against my own ability to turn any space into a bag of holding. Every space has about a hundred things more than I thought it did! And a lot of that stuff was tucked away, so pulling it out to deal with it... Now makes it take up more space... I didn't think this through.

I'm at the stage where people offering to help makes me cry happy tears, but I still need to solo the box mines at least to the point where the Magic cards and weird stationery are away. Hopefully when it's at the stage where it's just "please assemble boxes and put books and clothes in them" I'll be able to take people up on helping.

So yes, that's where I'm at. Not dead! Just exhausted! Using matching games on my phone as my main form of stress relief! Hopefully will see you all from new house!