Hot mess and waxing.

I spent the majority of the day yesterday with the girls and two of my friends packing up our lives. I did decide on a sale as this is the biggest weekend here in the LH.

I am not sure where the wrong turn went- but at about 4:00 pm, I hit the "wall." I swear I have never felt so torn about something in my whole LIFE. I spent the rest of the evening switching between being ok, to crying, to being sick to my stomach. Ended up having the mother of all panic attacks, YEEHAW!

Kevin does not handle tears well. It makes him nervous. I was trying to explain what was going on in my head and told him this: You know the scene in the 40 year old virgin where they are waxing the guys chest? That is kinda how I feel about this move-

RIP~ WE ARE MOVING, RIP! YOU HAVE TO QUIT YOUR JOB RRIIIIIIIPPPPP YOU HAVE TO LEAVE YOUR FRIENDS AND YOU LOVED ONES - RIPPPPP YOU HAVE TO SOOTHE THE FEARS OF 3 LITTLE GIRLS, RIP YOU HAVE TO FIND A PLACE TO LIVE FOR THE TIME BEING ON THE INTERNET, which is a nightmare with someone who has obsessing problems. RIP - well, you get the picture.

But in the end the outcome is a raw but clean surface.