Packing Updates.

I am sitting on a fold out chair with my bum barely in it (actually I think my tailbone is the only thing holding me here), I have a big box marked 'BOX 25 BAKING PANS' that my feet are propped up on and the laptop is sitting neatly in my.... well.... lap. I am facing an open window and I'm not very comfortable.

So why am I here? Because it's the only place I can get a connection to the internet (yes I'm hijacking) our kitchen table has been moved into the living room so we could eat a nice dinner with guests and since we're gonna have to move it again in a few days I guess we figured it's not worth putting back where it belongs.

I have dust all over my skirt and feet. I've got my hair pulled off my face (prettily though so don't worry) and I've been sweating madly.

Today is our first 'get it done' packing day. We are on box 33 and have already begun the arguing about what's really important. He doesn't think the 50 odd elephant figurine's I own are worth keeping (especially since they've been in a box since we've been married). I don't think the 50 odd copies of the bible that he has are worth keeping (one or two please!).

I'm wondering why we have 4 basketballs, he's wondering why I've got an entire box devoted to fabric (I tried to explain, ladies, that one box was nothing).

The sound of 'No! Keep that.' Is resounding up and down the stairwell. The baby is in a dreamland of odds and ends strewn throughout the house and boxes in every direction to crawl into/onto/over/under.

I've already marked one box 'Sentimental. You lose this box and you're dead!' thinking maybe that would get through if the FRAGILE didn't.

What an exciting week we've started, as long as we can keep the humor going that is. If anyone wants to offer to watch my kids for awhile feel free. (Ivy... hehehe)

Anyway, this post replaced the really good one I'd been mulling over this weekend, so maybe you'll get lucky and have two posts from me today.

Comments

TerĂ©sa said…
I literally feel for you. We are moving too this week/weekend. And in my attempt to put off and stall the inevitable, I decided to search some of my favorite spots on the web... O.k. I’m off to pack the bedroom. Good luck to you!
Jennifer said…
I am never. Moving. Again. We are agreed. We stay here forever. NO MORE MOVING!

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