Moving Woes

Who knew that moving could be so stressful?!!? Dumb question, I know. I think everyone knows that moving can be stressful. I think the more important question is how could I possibly think that moving would not be stressful? I have been packing until I don't think I can pack anymore. I have thrown away bags and bags of random things and donated enough things to Salvation Army and Once Upon a Child that I could've opened my own little store. Yet, the stress is still calling my name loud and clear.
The thing that surprises me the most is how it's the little things that are the most stressful. I'm not stressed wondering if we've made a good decision, I'm not stressed thinking if I'm going to like my new neighbors. Nope, that stuff is not bothering me. I am confident that this house is wonderful and the people I've met seem nice, so far. I am stressed about what color to paint the walls. And do I want white bookshelves, or should I keep them brown? What about the couch...what direction should it be placed? Guest bath...hang up my mothers day gift, or sit it on the little table I plan to put in there?! Girls room, oh! Do I put the Dora kitchen on the back wall or by Tay's bed? See....crazy things. I am aware of that. However, these things are haunting me in my sleep! I am an organizer, a planner, a perfectionist. The fact that I can not simply close my head and see everything in its place is driving me insane! OCD? I think not! A tiny bit controlling? Nah! I know that in a little less than a month, everything will be in it's rightful place and I will then be able to sleep peacefully.