Time to move?

I have been MIA for almost the whole week because my brain and my stomach were not in agreement!!  No I am not pregnant. (still trying to figure out how to take care of six little people.)
When I am sick my house is destroyed!! Ugh the thought of cleaning it when I am better makes me succumb to the illness longer I think.

Now any one who know me knows I can only handle a house that has imploded for so long before I start to go insane or decide it is time to move.

Thus starts the whole process of looking at houses and dragging our kids from one new home community to another. I have my hubby on the phone pre-qualifying us for a new mortgage. I prepare the neighbors for our inevitable departure. I start de-cluttering and obsessing about our new home. This process has occurred at least 87 times during our eight years of living in our current home. Each and every time I convince myself and all my friends, neighbors and family members that the move is on!! Hmmm then why am I still in the same house? I start thinking about our wonderful caring neighbors, our cul-de-sac, the beautiful play set, our amazing backyard. And all of a sudden I can not even image moving. Sigh…..