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.