I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Well, I'm not sick...yet. It might get to that point if I don't catch a break soon. I've been going non-stop for the last 2 weeks between work and moving. Yesterday was the big move day. It sucked worse than any move I've ever made. It's not even done because we really had no help. The in-laws got into town Wednesday and they've been doing things around the house to help get it ready. They also helped us lug boxes and furniture up and down, up and down, up and down all day yesterday. Yes, it helped but it seemed really slow and because they're not young, they couldn't do a whole lot. I appreciate what they did but at points I just wanted them to go back to their hotel and get out of my way. My parents and brother also made an appearance for a couple of hours but left after we got the first truckload to the house. Yes, we filled up a moving truck, unloaded it and went back for more and we still don't have everything out of the fucking apartment. Now Dan has to work all weekend, I have to work today. We still need to get the rest of the stuff out of the apartment and get it all cleaned out in 2 days. Our friends Pat and Suki were kind enough to come over for a while and help us load up the second trip and unload it. They also bought us a case of beer. Before they got there, I was on the verge of tears, Dan was ready to just give up completely and we were both ready to murder anyone that upset us. When they showed up, it kind of gave us a second wind and we wouldn't have been able to continue without them. We started at 7 AM yesterday and finally went to bed at 2:45 this morning. I still haven't slept. I tried. The combination of being in a new place, worrying about getting everything done in time, worrying about how the cats were going to adjust and wondering if they were getting into anything they shouldn't, worrying that Dan's alarm wouldn't go off so he could get to work on time, etc. I have so many stupid things on my mind. I just want to sleep all day but I have to try to get some stuff done here and then go to work. Dan's parents will be here too. They are going to fill up their truck a couple of times with stuff from the apartment and bring it to the house. They have been the most help through all of this. I still feel really overwhelmed. I'm used to living amongst a ton of stuff and boxes but now there's a ton of stuff and boxes that are spread out all over a giant house. I'm not sure how to approach everything. I feel let down. At one point in my totally exhausted rage last night, I wanted to just disown everyone I knew for not helping us. I hate to ask for help and I rarely do but sometimes I still feel as I have many many many times that I'm always willing to help a friend in need but when I'm the one in need, nobody's there for me. I've gotten over it. Right now, there's just too much shit going on for me to think clearly. I need a break.