I've got moving brain

We're less than two weeks into this and I've got moving brain already. This morning while Caleb was finishing his breakfast I was folding clothes and I put his clothes for the day out on his bed. (I realize that parents of little girls don't pick out their daughter's outfits after about 3 or 4, but Caleb doesn't mind if I get out his clothes for school, then he doesn't have to think about it. Not that jeans and a long sleeved T take that much thinking.) He came upstairs and started getting ready for school. Then he was putting on his jeans and I heard, "I wish my jeans would fit better!" I asked what the problem was since he'd worn them before and he told me he didn't know but that his jeans were falling off. Now in all the chaos around here, we haven't been forgetting to feed Caleb so he hasn't lost weight. I took a look at his jeans and realized he was wearing a pair of my capri jeans - they fit him for length but they were a bit large in the hip area. I promptly got him out a pair of his own jeans and put my capris in my closet. He was still laughing at me when we walked to school. Poor baby.

Things have been crazy chaotic around here. We've all been working to clear out closets (makes them look bigger), organize things, and get the house ready to show. We are putting the house on the market this weekend (if it kills us). Added to that, I've had to go through everything with the relocation specialists both from Mickael's work and from the firm they hire to help us with the move which has meant several hours total on the phone and about 10 pages of notes. We've been transferred before so I know what does and doesn't work for me and I have a notebook with all the notes, names, phone numbers and everything else I have to keep up with (eventually it will include everything I've written down for both locations) as well as an accordion file for forms and paperwork. All of this goes into a tote bag that will be glued to me for the next few months until we close on the new house at the new location. It just takes some time to get everything organized and people contacted and the ball rolling on this. I really hope that now that I've got a start on the paperwork and once the house is actually listed, that in a week or so I'll start to have functioning brain cells for a bit. Caleb is just hoping I don't try to dress him in women's clothing again.