This is me procrastinating

My name is Annie and I suffer from PTMD (Post Traumatic Moving Disorder). I swear it's a thing. It has to be a thing. 

When we moved to Birmingham two years ago we had SO MANY apartment complications that seemed to completely snowball out of control including but not limited to three apartments in one week... one with fleas, one with smoke seeping through the walls and then the one with bedbugs... craigslist disasters, financial disasters, emotional disasters followed by a horrible, lonely, anxiety-ridden summer. (How is that for one sentence?) I have nightmares that the same thing is going to happen this time around. 

(Blog venting about that summer here and here and here and here and here and here and here... it's very uplifting reading material :) 

This month, I have felt the moving trauma creeping back and my best coping mechanism so far has been to avoid any thoughts of moving and to pretend like it's not happening. It's working pretty well for me so far, but just don't ask me if I've started to pack or get organized. And don't remind me that we are moving in basically a week. And don't tell my mom that I haven't been packing one box a day like she has wisely advised :)

So I'm just going to post a bunch of pictures now and continue to put off that inevitable and scary moving thing.

My mom gave Jack and David the cutest Easter outfits. Sadly this is the best picture I got:

Jack loved the ward Easter egg hunt and dying Easter eggs:
 
 
    

I love this idea and since I don't know how to use that pinterest place full of nightmares and anxiety, I am posting it here:
 
Jack likes sorting candy by color and playing with it instead of eating it. More candy for me!
 
 

I love that David is a thumb sucker and that he is almost always smiling:
 

Plus he is a genius:


And I love his guts, literally.
 

I love their matching outfits from Grandma:
 

I love that this is the scenery in the morning when I go running. I am going to miss our running trail.


I am now going to go pack or hide in my closet in the fetal position or breathe into a paper bag... hopefully just pack. Wish me luck!