Moving Sucks.

I was going to post super cute pictures of Henry eating a tonnnnn of bacon but that would be the opposite of what's really going down this morning. We've started moving our crap over to the new house and WHOA. Why is it that the move seemed more manageable when everything was still here? I forgot how much the odds and ends stuff really stresses me out. Like, you know it needs to go to the new house but what box should it go in? Does it even need a box? And then you're all like, "Eh. I'll deal with it later" and it just sits in a growing pile up against the wall (until Henry sees something he likes in the bottom of the pile and drags everything across the living room). So yeah, fun day here! Wish us luck.