Coping, chocolate and possible crying

It is the month of May and how we got here I could never tell you. I find myself taking slow and deep breaths this morning when I truly think about all we have ahead of us in the very few days we have until we leave here. I know we will make it, but the list of things to do before that time makes me feel like I could sit in a corner and cry. And eat chocolate. And cry.

So in one of my favorite forms of coping, I'd like to change the subject.

Can you stand the cuteness of this little baby growing into little boy?

I can't. And he, his five siblings and his dad are why everything I need to do
this month is manageable. Okay, manageable may be too strong of a word.
How about survivable? That's it. We are moving, ready or not.
And I will survive it. Most likely. I'm pretty sure. Very possibly.


*Update: Oh you kind people. I'm sorry to worry you. I was being mostly funny
when I wrote this post, but you sent so many emails of concern and kindness,
I figured I'd better let you know I am just fine, truly. Just the same feelings
I have every time we move--wondering how to make it all work. But it always
does. Thank you for being so kind to me! Sweet chicken I have fabulous friends.