This is where a blog post should go. This is where I should be typing something of substance, or at least stringing words together in a somewhat coherent manner, to create said blog post.
Instead, my brain is reduced to nothing but a string of letters, onomatopoeia style, as I am completely overwhelmed by everything that needs to be done before the move. Which is NEXT WEEK. When did that happen? The last time I checked I still had like, three weeks to go. What the ever-loving FUCK, oh ye relentless ongoing march of time? Can you just chill for a second?
I toured a couple preschools earlier this week, one of which had the word "Montessori" in it but then I showed up and was like, "you keep using that word, blah blah tired Princess Bride quote, NOPE." Another one was really excessively Jesus-y. I'm going back early next week to tour another one that seems only moderately Jesus-y. Oh, and to enroll Noah and Ezra in the public school, with LESS THAN A WEEK TO GO BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS. Surprise! Scooch over and make some room for the Storch boys, kids.
We chose our crazy short-slash-ambitious closing date (YES WE DID THIS TO OUR OWN SELVES ON PURPOSE) because we really did want to get in before school started. I definitely wish we could go back and start the process much sooner, because it's been a sprint down to the wire to get all the paperwork and proof that yes, we really ARE moving to your district and no, we really aren't lying because we feel like driving our kids to a school almost an hour away every day just for kicks.
(Technically all we needed were two reassignment forms, one copy of our ratified contract, and a letter from our real estate agent confirming our close/move-in date. But we are dealing with a relocation company, whose sole purpose in the process appears to be creating an extra wall of paperwork every step of the way, and then letting said paperwork sit around on a desk for a few days while everyone pops out for a nice long lunch.)
But whatever. Everything is coming together as it should, albeit just a tad more last minute than I would have preferred. But what can you do? I am zen with a side of assddlkvljaefnldflnmelhfdvnaejrflajcanlafh. And now I need to get back to putting things in boxes and then forgetting to label the boxes, seriously Amy, you only have like 14 dozen jobs right now! Get your shit together!