I'm ignoring the fact that movers must pack us up in TEN weeks.
I"m pretending like I know where the movers will drop off our stuff.
I totally forgot our taxes are due today and we just filed an extension.
I'm looking past the dirty dishes in my sink and praying the dishwasher repairman comes today.
I cannot help my husband as he agonizes over this crazy decision.
I try and reassure him that we will be happy wherever we go, but he does not believe me.
We are still married after all of this, which, if you've been around lately, says an awful lot.