Every day I am working so extremely hard, both physically and mentally, because of this move preparation. It is a wonder I'm doing so well, but I fear that in some secret way I'm not. I need a break, for sure, but don't know how to take one. The amount of work is so great that taking a break would seem to hurt more than help.

Today my husband's best friend came to help with hauling stuff again. I was helping, too. But at one point I realized that I smelled just AWFUL! Awful! I hadn't taken a shower for 48 hours and while I usually don't smell bad if I'm not doing heavy work, when I sweat a lot the smell comes. I sometimes wonder if the extra smell from heavy sweating is partially medication-related. Or (or an and/or) stress itself exacerbates it.

I was telling my husband's friend that 90% of the stuff is stuff my husband either had before marriage or bought when married. He buys, buys, buys, and is so nostalgic about things that he keeps, keeps, keeps. He's not a hoarder, but the amount of "things" is extreme, even if normally organized in some way. It's overwhelming! If it was just me, I'd live in a style influenced a bit by Henry David Thoreau. Less is more, to me. Less creates less stress. I came into the marriage with a figurative backpack of stuff. Hubby MUST get rid of even more! If ever I was the last one standing in the relationship, the "stuff" would come down on me like an avalanche.