So much to stress out over, so little time.

Did I say "the last FEW things" in my previous entry? Ha. Ha! HA!

For the next week and a half:

• I've ordered a skip to put the rubbish in the back garden in.
• I've arranged with some friends to help put the rubbish in the skip.
• I've booked my flight.
• I've arranged shipping for our household contents.
• I've got the forms we need to ship the car.
• I've arranged for new carpet to be layed on the stairs.
• I've bought a new oven.
• My brilliant father in law is coming over to finish the new kitchen floor he layed, install the oven, fix the heating, fix the leaking bath and whatever else needs doing.
• I need to pack my luggage for going to SA, including all the things I've bought for my sister's wedding
• I need to pack the house (yes, I still haven't really packed anything)

I am sort of freaking out. My stomach, which has a habit of trying to digest itself when I stress, is being mean to me and I feel constantly slightly nauseous. I didn't even eat dinner last night - when I skip a meal you KNOW I'm not ok!