I was reading about this on some site or another (apparently it’s real, but it doesn’t involve any actual explosions or spewing out of brain matter) and I think it’s an appropriate description of my head right now. Drove down to the new town today, made appointments to register the daughters in their new schools, scoped out the neighborhood retail and dining establishments, drove back up. Got home in time to pick up daughter #2, swing by the asian grocer for bean sprouts and bok choy to go with dinner, got home and there was a message from daughter #1 that she’d missed her bus. Back in the car, pick her up, sit briefly before beginning to prep dinner. Nasty weather’s a-comin’, so my barometric sinuses are in overdrive, working on applying enough pressure for an actual head explosion (WITH spewing brain tissue! Film at 11!) and when hubby walks in the door, I realize I forgot to go to the pharmacy to get my prescription. And he couldn’t find the property tax bill until it was too late to pay it. And tonight we have violin lesson and survivor night. So tomorrow, I’ll be running two extra errands in addition to trying to pack a few dozen more boxes. And Saturday, the home inspector comes early in the morning, we have to drive to south Jersey to borrow Mom and Dad’s pickup truck, and back, take the kids to a halloween party, and pack more boxes. Sunday, we’ll start the day with some more box packing, then another halloween party. Monday, I’ll pack some boxes, pick up daughter #2 and get her in her costume, then spend an hour or so taking pictures of the school halloween parade, and then, for a change of pace, pack some boxes.
It would help a lot if my head would explode already, then I’d stop thinking.