My back aches, my hands are sore from opening boxes, and my mind refuses to focus. Yep, I just survived another move! Dave and I have moved together 6 times in our 25 years together. We moved his mom three years ago, and Aunt Betty’s move is #8.

It’s now Sunday evening and my house is quiet except for the running of the dishwasher. Dave is taking a final, kids are relaxing in their rooms, and I’m looking at my Panda Planner plotting my week ahead.

This week will be a tactical week, too - in a very different way.