ch...ch...ch...ch....Changes.....

Hate 'em!
I am still packing today and I had a lightbulb moment. All these yearsI have been trying to figure out where my little Max got this inability to "transition well" or as we non-educational specialist would say, handle change. As I look around my house at all the boxes and disarray that is going on with this move, I am the one freaking out. I am the one throwing a temper tantrum, I am the one pouting and complaining about the Change! He got it from me!!
Like Max, I moved around many times as a child because I was raised by a single mom who only had enough income to support her two children and not too much more. So we lived in many apartments and houses always moving and renting along the way, until my mom married and then we had a house. So, I remember all the packing. All the new places. How exciting I thought it was as a child at first and then realizing all the work it entailed and sometimes it meant new schools and new friends. It sucked. It sucked bad.
I think that has given ME the inability to "transition well". I am packing and all the time whining about it, or worse yet not packing, just putting it off. I look at all the boxes and it is sooooo depressing to me, sad truly sad. I see all my scrap stuff half in boxes, half in a huge mess (look at that MESS!!) and it is sad knowing that I will probably move to a place where I won't have my own Scrap room. Or even sadder....how long will it be til I can scrap again and free my supplies from the nasty boxes?

There should be a certain amount of excitement when you get to move to a new place, but for me, I just don't get that. All I see is work and cleaning. Plus, the hunt for a place is growing more and more disappointing. I cannot believe how hard it is to find a place in this town!! It has something to do with the kid, that I know but come on, he's nine years old!! I had hoped that the house I saw on Craiglist would have been our answer but unfortunately, the person I contacted has not even given me the address. Stupid *@%&!

So for now I live with the boxes, unhappy, not scrapping and uncertain where the heck these damn boxes are going! Crap!! If I just won the lottery....