My mom offered to watch the kids this morning so I could get some packing done. I dropped them off, then returned a couple things we didn't need to the stores, and took a box of clothes to Goodwill. Then I got home and went through my usual hyperactive packing routine-start to fill a box, think of something that should go in it, and in the process discover something else that needs to be done or put in a different place. Repeat, until I realize that I have five boxes, all half full, and random objects scattered about that need to be put away. At that moment the phone rings. It's the realtor-can they show our house tomorrow? Sigh.

I mean, I'm not complaining. We really want to sell our house and it's obviously not going to sell if nobody comes to look at it. And I'd much rather have to keep cleaning up for people to come than to be disappointed that nobody's interested. It's just that it's been two steps forward, one step back. Chalk this one up to another plus of renting-you don't have to keep making the place look pristine in the middle of packing. At any rate, we're glad to have lots of interest in the house-it's been 3-4 showings a week the last few weeks, and we're thankful for that.

We are really getting excited about this trip! The empty closets and ever-barer rooms are making it seem real. Pretty soon we'll start moving IN to the trailer, instead of just moving OUT of our house, and that will be fun.