Moving is not easy.
I have friends who are in the military, and they move all of the time.I guess I was not made for that life because I have only had to move once with my family, and it was rough.
My husband is a really good packer, but he had to work overtime during the month that we were packing up our house, so he could not help very much. We have three little ones, and they helped me as much as they could, but most of the time they just made more of a mess. When we finally made it to our new house with all of our stuff, it was quite an ordeal to bring it all in. My husband kept very calm, but I was a little stressed and he could tell. He told me to go relax while he carried the heavy stuff in, but I refused. I carried the air conditioner in which was not too heavy, but it was a little heavier than I should have been carrying considering I was pregnant. I was so angry that I could only get the air conditioner inside the door. After that, I had to set it down for my husband to carry the rest of the way upstairs. I then proceeded to carry a small cabinet in, but I tripped over something and dropped the cabinet onto the air conditioner. I also went down with the cabinet onto the air conditioner. Thankfully, the baby and I were just fine, but the air conditioner will never be the same. We have been using it for a couple of weeks now, but it makes some pretty strange noises, and I do not think that it will last much longer.