With 30 days to go until we move into our RV, I’m a total stressed-out maniac. I don’t want to be, but I look at my calendar and know there is no earthly way to get it all done. We still need to sell 90% of our belongings and finish the remodeling on our RV. 

Our house looks like the bottom of a toaster. There are piles and boxes everywhere. I hate this phase. I thrive on order and simplicity… And right now I can’t find either. 

To make matters worse, I feel like a mom-failure. My son turns one in two weeks. I think we will celebrate by installing a new light fixture over the dinette. Happy birthday, Joshy!

Sigh.

If you think about it, say a prayer for me. I know there is peace outside this circumstance. I’m just having a hard time seeing past this temporary chaos. 

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