I hate moving!

I know I'm not the only one. But I just have to complain for a minute. HOW in the world are you supposed to take care of a family and pack up your whole house? I have a confession to make, something that most of you probably already know. I am totally scatterbrained. I hate it. Growing up I always thought of myself as a smart girl. I did well in school and for the most part felt good about myself. When I was 17 or 18 a guy I knew said "You know... I think you're the ditzy kind of smart." At the time I was shocked and appalled. But I have come to realize that it's way more true than I want it to be. I have a hard time remembering to feed my kids. Now you are all shocked and appalled. I don't like to admit this to Carson because he feels like our kids aren't well taken care of (but of course he is painfully aware of my inadequacies). We make projects and go on trips and read stories, but we don't always eat at regular times. I'm getting better, especially at having a regular nap time, and we have more of a morning routine now that Trey is in school. Of course I do feed the kids, but sometimes it's because Becks is climbing on the counters and getting into the snacks and I realize I should have made lunch half an hour ago. Anyway, I'm explaining this because I lose all my progress when I'm in the middle of something like moving. I hate to admit that I'm terrible at multi-tasking. I can't focus on packing and keeping the house clean and ordering appliances and blinds and updating our address and feeding the kids all at the same time. Some women can do this and not be so overwhelmed that they feel like they're going to throw up, but not me. I'm just happy to know that it will be mostly over in a week and that we won't be moving again for a long, long time.