Stress

This whole moving thing is stressing us out. It’s also stressing the dog out.

Our dog Lucy is her very own Itchy & Scratchy Show. She seems to be constantly scratching herself due to her chronic allergies. Fortunately our latest regimen seems to be stopping most of that scratching from breaking her skin and causing yeast infections that make her whole situation ten times worse. However, I have a feeling that most of her scratching of late is stress related. She has a keen sense that things are different and she doesn’t quite know what to make of it all. Hopefully next weekend won’t be too hectic for her when we actually move into the new house.

The stress on our end is that we haven’t been able to move over much until the garage no longer smells like cigarette smoke and the carpets have been cleaned. Well, the garage is almost there and the carpets get cleaned Thursday. I have a feeling I’ll be loading up the Blazer with as much as it’ll fit after work today and heading over to stack it into the garage before finishing up the paint. I’m really not looking forward to painting the ceiling in the office. Or the bathrooms. Or moving in general for that matter.

My husband thinks we’ll be able to move over the furnishings and most of the stuff on Saturday and the chicken coop on Sunday, so I’ll try to be optimistic about that. Try, because we all know how optimistic I am not normally.