Boxes and Messes and Moving... oh my!

Remind me never to move again.  The next time I move, I want it to be to my mansion in the sky.

Okay, so I realize that it has been almost a month since my last posting... is anybody still out there???  Hello?  {hello... hello... hello... I hear the echo.}

This last month and a half was quite possibly the most overwhelming of my life.  I am beyond tired.

I realized during a late-night breakdown with my mommy {yes, I still need my mommy at 33} why I might possibly feel overwhelmed.

Here's the thing: 

Experiencing the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season {buying gifts, decorating the house, shipping, wrapping, stuffing...} feels overwhelming.

Moving {packing, organizing, purging, unpacking, unpacking, unpacking, re-organizing} feels overwhelming.  {Moving in the rainiest season Southern California has seen in a long time... doubly overwhelming.}

Running a business, and surviving the busy season {filling, tracking, and shipping orders, keeping up with supplies, payroll, and emails, having the highest grossing sales month of all-time} feels overwhelming.

Trying to coordinate an Adoption {finishing paperwork, making a scrapbook, preparing the baby's room} feels overwhelming.

Any one of these things could cause a person to have a bit of a breakdown.

This last month, I have tried to do all four.

This is why you have not heard from me.  

But some sweet friends {thanks Leslie and Lisa} encouraged me this week that they actually missed my frantic ramblings, and I promised to get back on here.  So here I am.  Prepare yourself to hear a bit of grumbling about moving, some excitement about the fact that I am finally almost done with my adoption scrapbook {well, I started it... yay!}, and some random musings about my crazy life.  Oh... and some raving about Francine Rivers and how I wish I could just sit in my new leopard chaise lounge {more about that later} and read her books all day long.

If you are still here... thank you.  I appreciate your patience with me.  Truly.