Anxiety

Since I’ve been posting about our move one year ago today, I figured I’d catch some new followers up on how crazy it was a year ago…

Keeping Up With Carol

How freakin’ crazy is this?  The closer it gets to moving, the more I think I need to take additional doses of Zoloft.

First, my dear friends father passed away the other night.  He was 88 years old and on Hospice.  None the less, it’s heartbreaking to lose a parent.  She lives about 2 1/2 hours away, and I would so like to attend the viewing, but not sure if I’ll be able to.  Since we’re leaving in less than two weeks to move to CO, I really can’t drive my vehicle there.  It’s got to rest for it’s cross-country trip.  So, I was thinking about renting a car, then last night I realized something.  ALL of my good clothes are packed and buried in God only knows which box.  I had only left out about 10 shirts, shorts and jeans until the move.

Then last night, my older son comes…

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