It's hard not to be irritated by the little things in life. Like, when someone travels some 1200 miles to your state and then for one reason or another doesn't have time to meet you. It's frustrating. I won't lie. I feel slighted, insignificant... whatever.
I guess emotions are running high. Our move is only 32 days out. I feel like there's definitely becoming some distance between me and my southern friends, whether consciously or subconsciously... But it's there. I think moving away from here will be harder than it was to leave my home state, and that just leaves me baffled. Natalie will be five tomorrow. Shawna's walking independently. Olivia is flourishing. Leaves a momma feeling a little out in the cold! lol
I sit here wondering if Moon Dough is non-toxic. About an hour ago, Shawna toddled up to me with a mouthful of it. Way to keep it picked up, Nat. She seems okay... No worse for the wear, I guess. I can only imagine, based on the way it smells, what Moon Dough tastes like. Not something I care to test out for myself.
I have so much left to do to prepare for this move. With roughly four weeks left, there's only so much I can pack right now. I know there's more I CAN do, and I will. I'm packing bit by bit every day. I gotta tell ya, though... Packing sucks.
Anyway, I had fully intended to go into a ginormous rant here, but I can't seem to find the energy to bother. I also don't ever mean to hurt feelings and with my luck, it would get back to the person I'm ranting about, so even though no harm would be meant, it would cause an uproar. I'm seriously just too old to have to deal with shit like that anymore.
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