I got nothing.

I feel like I have nothing to write, nothing to say because I am buried under a giant pile of everything.

There is so much to do that it can be impossible some mornings to decide where to begin. And this morning, I’m feeling just a little lost.

The house needs to be packed for an impending move. The most specific date we have been given is 90 days. You know the drill. Pack for a move in which you don’t quite know where you are going or when.

It’s the end of the school year so every weekend is filled with final little league games, end-of-year parties, graduations and ceremonies. There’s little time left between events to sleep. Forget tackling that to-do list.

With all that packing comes the never-ending research: the search for a good school, preschool, house, therapy, scout troop, veterinarian and activities for our 7-member household. We’re moving at a key time of the year for signups - for small activities like sports teams and bigger issues like preschool. You have to be ready to call with check in hand as soon as you know where you will be landing.

And despite how much I have to do, life keeps marching forward. I’ve always said if I could pick any magical power it would be to stop time. How great would it be for the rest of the world to stop turning while I got my entire shipment of household goods in order? Instead, every morning that I wake up with a list, I still have to get the kids to school, run to the grocery, handle issues for the volunteer positions I hold, juggle two toddlers  - the daily grind that is putting our pcs prep on ice.

So, this morning, I really have nothing to say. Because I know my fellow military spouses reading this know exactly what I’m going through. There is so much to do it leaves you almost, speechless.

Drive on friends. We’ll be unpacking, and packing again, before you know it.