Man I really hit a wall today. We PCS'd from mainland to Hawaii with our baby over the summer, living out of suitcases for weeks in Texas before the move (we meaning baby and I, my hubs was conveniently at a class for 5 weeks including the hhg pick up), in a hotel for 7 weeks waiting for our house. We've been in the house 2 weeks and hubs goes on FTX for 3 weeks (they didn't grant him PCS leave) leaving me to try to sort the final unpacking and "where is the login for the new utilities?" We are in desperate need of bedroom furniture so I picked some out on Craigslist and hired movers... showed up alone with baby in tow, proud that I am handling this without hubs, and as the movers start packing it up I realize... the bed frame is smaller than our mattress at home. I broke down into tears. This poor lady and movers couldn't understand... it wasn't about the bed. It's about being thousands of miles away from friends and family and living out of boxes and suitcases for months and trying to make a semblance of a home at the end of it and hitting another roadblock. F me I am just at that burnout phase of PCS. I feel so dumb complaining, there are mil families going through so much more and I am so sry for myself over a freaking bedframe.