Help! I'm being eaten by post-Christmas Clutter!

I just woke up after tossing and turning, thinking it was probably the wee hours of the morning and I could go ahead and get started on the day's To Do List. It's 11:30pm, and I just went to bed 2 hours ago. Oh.

Now that Christmas is over, I can focus on the fact that everything in my life is changing (yay!) and all the changes require an incredible amount of work (ugh!) that I  just can't seem to muster the energy to tackle. Cue: tossing and turning.

All of this week I was in a post-holiday coma, which means that Christmas deco is still up, but looking a bit droopy and sad. New toys are piled in the hallway because there's no room for them in the inn (that is, Tanner's bedroom). And I went to bed as early as possible every night, without doing anything at all to regain order after Santa's tornado blew threw my home(s).

Not only am I so behind on laundry that Tanner has been dressing himself out of the hamper for two days, but I also need to grocery shop and pay bills and map out a plan for the move over to Jason's (our!) house, which is theoretically taking place at the end of this month. Oh, and I have get this place ready to rent, find a renter, and get that place ready for my stuff, and...and....

The walls are closing in. Literally. I feel like my tiny condo is swallowing me whole - there is stuff EVERYWHERE. It looks like an episode of Hoarders in my living room. I need four more legs and twice as many arms and the energy to fuel them all so that I can get done what needs to be done. I can't decide where to start, so I just haven't. But I have a three day weekend ahead of me and I am determined to put on my Big Girl Panties and power through it while I have the time. If I don't start the next week in some state of order, I can feel a Come-Apart coming on.

The problem, though, is that teensy little issue of being 5 and a half months pregnant and hauling around extra weight and real estate. It sucks the energy right out of me, and I find myself wishing for a team of elves to take away Christmas decor, find homes for the toys and stuff, do my laundry, and pack me up while I lay on the couch and grow a person. Seems like a fair trade to me. Jason is gone for work again this week and next, and his weekend has been sucked up by his own obligations, so my choices are to light a fire under my toosh or deal with the chaos. Not much of a choice.

If you don't hear from me in a few days, send in a search party. It probably means that I've fallen and can't get up.