Crockett, Here We Come!!

Okay! So here's the deal. I am the type of person that hates paperwork and cannot stand to deal with the annoyance of phone calls and scheduling things. I love that the bank just sucks my money straight out of my account and pays my bills for me, and I usually get every other year free on my inspection sticker and registration sticker because I hate to get those renewed. I have no idea where my driver's license is, and I guess that's really not that important, considering it expired in June...a year ago! I just hope it's not with my social security card wherever it is because that would just be too convenient for identity thieves. I am notorious for misplacing the keys, and every morning begins with an Easter egg type hunt for a hair brush for Liv's morning torture. It's not that I desire to be this way, in fact, it drives me insane.
All this to say, my family is about to relocate to a new town! WHAT?!?!?! Me? Relocate? To make it even better, we learned that there is a possibility that we may have to move 3 times!!! There are currently two houses for sale and when both sell, the church will get us a new one. This means if the house I'm moving to sells first, we have to move to the second house, which is also for sale. Then, and only then, will we move to the permanent house. Thinking about all of the things that this will require leaves me feeling a little like a big fat case of vertigo just slapped me in the head. Turning things off in Conroe, turning things on in Crockett, deciding which things will move to the first house, choosing which things will go to storage in Conroe, deciding which things will be stored in storage at the house in Crockett, listing the house here, changing banks (holy cow!!), moving all of my bill withdrawals to the new bank, enrolling Liv in a new school, finding new doctors for all of us, getting new insurance, and the list goes on.
My brain is swimming! I can't even get to the front door most mornings with lunches, both children, and my car keys. How in the world am I going to survive this? We tried to make a list of certain things that we could put in storage because they aren't essentials. Jerry was so foolish as to suggest that I box up my books and leave them in a cold, dark storage facility. Are you kidding? It would be the equivalent of me telling him to leave his khaki shorts and Moorhead Jr. High t-shirts behind. How does one choose which knick-knacks and paddywhacks to leave behind? Do I take my pictures and hang them on the wall in the new house like normal people or do I risk looking kind of Amish by leaving it blank? Do I take the actual dishes or do we attempt too live on paper plates and Dixie cups?
How do people do this? Why does the thought of it cripple me? I really want to take my sweet time and go through each item and choose wisely where it will go. I want to color code boxes for easy moving, and I want to methodically pack boxes with like items so that unpacking will be a snap. I want to know that when I get to the new house, everything will be turned on, and I will be able to go to a local bank and get money if I need it. I would feel so relieved, if I knew that on that first night, I won't have to make 10 desperate runs to Wal-Mart for toilet paper we forgot, pajamas we lost, and alarm clocks we accidentally sent to storage.
But that just wouldn't be the life of a Vineyard would it? I guess for some, smooth is just how life happens. For us, the potholes and speed bumps are natural. I guess it's good that the Lord gave me a very relaxed view on things and provided me a husband that doesn't mind making midnight trips to Wal-Mart!!