I’m tired and I want a quiet life for a while…one that doesn’t involove moving and boxes. Christmas is usually my favourite time of year and this year it seems I’m so disapointed about the whole thing. I want to make it exciting and memorable for Jacob and yet December 1st will come and go and I can’t even find which box has the special advent calendar I bought for him. I feel a small depression coming on which I know is entirely situational because of how chaotic this move has been for the past 2 weeks…I know once everything is settled it will be better. Seriously…next time I am moving out of the city so I can hire movers to just come and do it all for me. I fear the end of it all will never come…I have so much to do and feel like I am running out of time to do it….9 weeks is all we have left at MOST until the baby comes home and I am just running out of time to do the things I need to do. I just know things will get done because my mom always helps me out, she is one of those get things done kind of people….but I wanted to prepare some frozen meals and work on Jacob’s scrapbook album to get them done before the baby arrived. I guess what it all boils down to is a sense of disconection from that familiar feeling of home. I love our new place but it doesn’t feel like home when I can’t find my deoderant and it won’t feel like home on December 1st when I don’t have my Christmas tree up with all its beautiful fixings…I’ll get over it – I think we’ll just focus on unpacking one box at a time.