Moving Ahead?

I hate moving. I should probably see it as a time to purge all needless things. Instead today I have seen it as a time to learn how to juggle.

Gusi is not happy to go back to the house these days. He'll stay on the front porch or in the back yard but screams when he goes inside. I can't blame him; I want to do the same thing. The packers in the meantime need to know what goes by air freight, by ship and what stays in storage. Friends are calling to see how things are going. Gusi wants a snack. The packers tell me that we're over our limit on our air freight by more than 150lbs. Gusi's nap time is here. My husband hands me an insurance sheet to fill out for our shipped goods. Gusi wants grapes. My tummy is growling. We take refuge at the hotel where his nap is cut short so we can grab a bite to eat before the restaurant closes. And so, we go back home. Exhausted. This is when I would love to have the ability to be in two places at the same time. One of me would be napping or playing with the baby while the other would be working with the packers to get things done. If only it were more than a dream.