Day One Thousand and Forty-Six

The Various Thoughts of a Solo-Packing-and-Moving Baseball Wife

"Taking care of business and workin' overtime…"

I can do it.

You can do it!

My back hurts. 

I'm not doin' it.

Girl, when you finish, you get any dessert you want. ANY. 

And you don't even have to share.

You better do it!

I hate packing.

Packing sucks.

I hate packing.

It's a pain in my butt.

"I'm a survivor, I'm not gon give up, I'm not gon stop (what), I'm gon work harder!"

Oh, Adam owes me so big right now!

I'm milking this for all it's worth.

For like, two weeks.

Minimum.

My back huuuuuurts!

Well that's what you get for being an idiot in the gym.

Next time, you won't strain your entire back if you do the proper weight.

Just, shhhhhh! Gosh!

I need a break.

Maybe I'll order pizza.

But don't tell Adam.

How did we get so much stuff?!

Do I HAVE TO?

Gosh darnit my back hurts!!!

Oh, I didn't know we had this!

Cool.

Dooo da doooo.

Adam, how am I supposed to know how to pack YOUR guns?

Oh, thank you, FaceTime.

Whelp, glad that's over.

Time for bed.

I can't wait for that dessert. 

Actually, make that two desserts.