I. Am. Overwhelmed.

Let's move right before Christmas.

Sounds brilliant, right?

Wrong.

With a December 18th closing date looming ahead, I am trying like crazy to not only pack this tiny house that is brimming over with Merrill possessions, I'm trying to juggle Christmas too: making sure I have bought all the gifts (where did I put that dang list again?), have them all wrapped (so they are all ready to be pulled out of the box and placed snugly under our tree in the new house), making sure I have everything I need four our two upcoming family parties, planning games, still trying to keep the Christmas spirit alive and well with boxes, tape, and permanent markers as decorations instead of lights, bows, and holly.  Let's add to this list the guilt that presses down on me every time I see my camera and remember the four or five posts I've been meaning to get around to (stinking Blogger has officially declared that I've used up all of my free storage space and requires me to pay $2.50 a month if I wish to continue posting pictures).

I'm beginning to crack.

This is evident by the fact that I'm sitting here typing this at 6 o'clock in the morning when I really should be getting the kids ready to go to school.

My priorities have become jumbled.

As has my brain.

So, please forgive my disinterest in this humble little blog at this moment.

I will return soon (with the sad results of our hurried Christmas picture taking).

Until that happens, please enjoy the mental picture of my children making forts out of our boxes and moving blankets in the garage.