Freaking Out

As we were eating dinner on Saturday, just before leaving the new house, hubby tells me he wants to move to the new house permanently... this week even.  We got a lot done over the 3.5 days we'd just spent there and he's been able to get an area set up for him to work, so he figured lets just move. 

I love the idea for two reasons:
1.  Maybe the landlord can get the house rented out sooner and we can get some money back, and
2.  It will mean less travel back and forth.

The down side is that now I am in super-stressed mode.  Anyone who knows me, knows I am a planner.  To be told on Saturday that the goal is to be out of the house on Wednesday (yep I have 4 days) is a bit stressful.  It's true we don't have a lot of big things to move (no furniture to speak of), but gathering together all the little things is probably more time consumptive.  Add to that, hubby is busy working on a project right now means it's mostly on me to get the prep work done.  Then there is the cleaning so the house is presentable and so we get our deposit back.  Oh, and I have a surprise trip to a movie theater planned for tomorrow to see Chimpanzee (can you say half of tomorrow is booked already with that).

I guess the good news is that although the wish is to be out of the house on Wednesday, we have more time.  I would like to be at the new house by the weekend though.  Now that I have been able to vent and share a little, I feel a bit rejuvenated, so I bid you adios as I go to pack and clean some more.