I hate change.

I want to be one of those people that rolls with the punches and loves new experiences, but I just don’t. I was born 85 and I’m ok with it.

Well, we’ve “decided” that we need a change and so we’ve also decided to pack up our entire life and move 900 miles east.

I’m going to be honest, it might as well be 9800 miles east.

So here’s the deal. I want to be thrilled for this new opportunity, but I’m just not.

It’s kinda like when you get new underwear for christmas. They’re useful, and you’re grateful you didn’t have to buy your own underwear cause that’s a major bummer, but it’s underwear so it kinda sucks no matter how you slice and dice it.

That’s how I feel about moving… Just blah.

Well also panicked and a little angry and so stressed I can’t sleep, but mostly just blah.

I’m totally ruining this for Mr. Spreadsheets. He works really hard and has an awesome opportunity that he can only take if we move, but there’s a little (ok growing bigger by the day) part of me that is just grumpy about it.

Do you know the logistics involved with moving three kids (and a cat) 900 miles? Well there are a lot of logistics involved.

I’m so annoyed about the process that I can no longer use a nice tone of voice and I’m crying in public… yeah for real, it’s like I’ve lost my freaking mind.

Plus… You have to keep living you current life while you deal with the moving… Yeah enjoy that juggling act. For someone that thrives on routine and stability moving is my own personal hell.

No seriously, if someone were designing hell for me it would include moving with three kids, dancing, mushrooms, and a swimsuit… and public crying. What a weird combo, not sure how those go together, but I’m sure someone could design that.

So I’m not thrilled about moving.

I don’t even want to think about the logistics… which is kinda a problem since the moving truck arrives next week, and I really don’t want to think about meeting new people on the other side.

You know those situations where you get the opportunity to experience how socially awkward you are? Well maybe you aren’t socially awkward so you’ve never had that privilege. Anyway, moving creates a whole bunch of situations where you get to exhibit how awkward you are. It’s like the first week of college all over again… But with kids… and in more situations.

I better practice my intro speech. Here goes, Hi I’m Ashley, I moved from Texas, and yes I still wish I was in Texas (except not June-August), I am attempting to tame three feral children and no I don’t have any control over them, I don’t have time for hobbies, but I do daydream about sleeping when I’m at baseball practice. My perfect meal is chicken caesar salad with homemade croutons and flourless chocolate cake with raspberries (totally making that my first week in the new house), I hate exercise, I don’t dye my hair, and no I don’t wear workout clothes as daytime clothes.

I think it’s a good start. And hey… maybe if I pretend we aren’t moving the stuff I need to do will just go away? Good plan… maybe not so much.