Moving...Bleh

Well, I think I've done a great job of getting my family of 4 ready for big, life-changing move. But today, it all finally hit me. It took me an extra half hour to do anything today because everything made me cry! I have spent my last Saturday yard-saling in this town, had my last playdate with my best friend, have less than 5 days left till this will no longer be my home. I've done all the right things, all the logical things. And it is a great move for our family. Pay raise, closer to family, great location, great opportunity for us to get a new, bigger home. So I plowed ahead. Made reservations for the moving truck, got a storage unit, arranged for temporary housing till we find a new place, got help for packing up our belongings. But no matter how logical the decision, I could never be fully prepared for the emotional consequences--for me or my family. I feel like I'm not actually living my life, but am just standing still while life rushes by around me. My children are completely out of sorts, having had their entire schedules, not to mention every last bit of their surroundings, uprooted and in utter chaos. Crankiness, tantrums, interrupted sleep. And I feel like a horrible mama since I can't devote all the time I want to them because I have so much I have to do. I hope they are a) too young to really remember, b) able to forgive me, and c) know that I love them unconditionally. Not to mention I don't even have 5 minutes to talk to my husband uninterrupted. I can't wait for things to settle down, return to "normal". But as much as I keep trying to look forward to the (hopefully) awesome future that awaits us, my mind is constantly throwing up road blocks. Oh well, for now, I hope I continue to persevere.