So I Moved One Week Before My Daughter’s Wedding…

I’m insane. Yup. Probably should be swaddled in a padded crate and sent to some island where I can sit under a palm tree and make baskets. Except, that would require focusing.Two weeks ago I moved into a darling house that is about 50% smaller than the one I left. And, it was a week before my daughter’s wedding. Hindsight tells me that was not the best planning on my part.However, I’m in the new place, I have four storage units, the wedding was fabulous, and I’ve stopped twitching so much. Here are some highlights of the past two weeks:I have no dishes, except for wine glasses. I do know my priorities. The rest of my kitchen stuff is in 100 boxes somewhere.Two days before the wedding, I ran into a hair salon in a strip mall and declared, “I need a cut and color and I need it NOW!” The result was amazingly positive. And, at half the price I usually pay.I discovered that I can live with one box of toiletries and cosmetics. So what do I do with the trunks of stuff I have stored?The worst part of the entire ordeal was going a week without Internet. Finally my son told me to take my lap top to a coffee house. Duh! I caught up on 900 emails while I gulped my favorite hazelnut latte.The best part: Watching my 81-year-old mother lovingly accept the wedding of her only granddaughter – even though they have been together five years and have a darling 17-month-old daughter. The times, they are a changing!