Wattsy & I are moving in nine days.
The freakout has began, besides thoughts on what I will have for lunch and if my day at work is going to drag out today I continue to have thoughts of: "We don't have a toster" along with "Are we going to kill each other while moving?" and alot of "What am I gonna make for tea 5 nights a week?" I've had these thoughts for awhile now (and yet still not managed to get a toaster!)
I'm pretty sure these are normal feelings and everything will work itself out- We can grill the toast, Wattsy can help cook too and I can just crank my MP3 player while we move so I don't have to listen to him yelling at me.
Problems solved. Wish me luck!
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