Note to self: Don't move again for a very, long time.

As I write this I am surrounded by mountains of boxes and empty white walls.  The twins are on the floor with nothing to play with and the big boys are upstairs playing with a few empty boxes.  You haven't really lived until you decide to move with four little ones.  I don't know what we were thinking, but we are in the midst of a move.  Everyday, on top of our normal craziness, I pack a few boxes and clean a few things in preparation of our move this weekend.  This weekend isn't just our move, it is also a women's retreat and Landan's 4th birthday.  How did that happen?  Why is it all happening at the same time?  I want to go to sleep Friday night and wake up Sunday night and it all be over!  Is that possible?  I keep telling myself, it is going to work out and I just have to be calm.  I think I have been telling myself that for the last year and it has worked out, way better than I expected.  So I guess this move will be no different.  I should have some interesting and crazy stories to post after this experience!   :)