Epiphany #1: If you want your birthday present, then I have to move.

Kyle has often questioned the way I align my priorities during particularly stressful times. For good reason. My mind is indeed a woman's mind, and for some reason, if I don't get everything off the to-do list, I can't start packing. I am truly incapacitated insofar as the realm of boxing up when there is unfinished business to attend to.

There seems to be an outrageously hilarious correlation between my moving dates and my expenditures at the post office. Like clockwork, about 3 days prior to a big move, I have spent a considerable amount of time and money shuttling to and dropping off parcels to the post office. The frequency of trips and money spent drops drastically after moving date. Numbers stay the same until the next move. Then, of course, I spend a great deal of time and money at the post office again.

This is how my mind works: I can't pack because I still have Nelson and Suzanne's baby gift waiting to be sent! Or, "I definitely need to send Uncle Mark his book back. I couldn't move and risk losing it!"

I have a drawer (or closet, shelf whatever the current living arrangements provide) in which I keep gifts and cards that need to be sent. Without fail, I manage to empty it entirely before the big move. Why I can't stay on top of my game in between moves? Sadly, I am probably motivated by time crunches and keep telling myself, "oh, I'll drop it by tomorrow." But when I know I am moving, in my mind once the move is underway, I am trapped in this black hole of "getting settled" that could prevent me from doing just about everything indefinitely. Which is why I like to send everything off at once. And it really gives me a thrill.

So, if I have forgotten your birthday, in truth, I really haven't. I'm just between moves. No, not in the middle of one. Between them.