MOVING WITH KIDS: The Ultimate Shit Show The Rebel Mama Moving is stressful. It’s stressful to pack up your entire life. It’s stressful even with help. You know what it is when you have children? A war zone. Survival of the fittest. A reason for re-evaluating whether you actually need the space you have been desperately pining for. A reason for seriously and literally engaging in minimalist design. Hello, Simple Form; I’m looking at you. Let’s paint a picture of this scenario, shall we? We have a condo. It’s not small, but we don’t have a basement or a yard, and we could use a dog to eat all the food that makes it’s way to the floor after every meal. It’s just not fair to ask baby D to be responsible for all that wasted food. We need a third bedroom, and a space for an office for me. We are taking the plunge. We’re moving. We’re packing. I mean, I, I am packing. And purging, and launching stuff off the 28th floor… This is an excerpt from the article MOVING WITH KIDS: The Ultimate Shit Show which originally appeared on The Rebel Mama.