The only antidote to this that I know of is big deep breaths

We have started selling off our things. It's real. It's happening. Our house is a mess and having a toddler makes it pointless to tidy up. I put things in one box and Bennett is removing them from the other side. Or he comes over and puts whatever he can find into the box.

The next three weeks are going to be absolute chaos. Clutter completely stresses me out. I feel like there are so many loose ends and so many things that need attending to that I'm having a difficult time having a coherent train of thought.

I feel like I should go box some stuff up. I'm a tad paralysed and overwhelmed.