The garage is packed, the pod is packed and I have got to tackle these things pronto. The cable is hooked up, so we did not miss American Idol last night! Well, I missed it because I was doing stuff, but the kids saw it.
I have made the pledge never to move again. Ever. I hate it. I hate being unsettled. I hate the last minute packing that has to be last minute or no one would have clothes. I hate the never ending job of unpacking, finding a place for it, and then breaking down boxes. YUCK.
But I love our new house. Every day I look out my back door wall (arcadia door for those of you in the Southwest) and see a lake and various wildlife. Love it. We will still have construction for about a month to get the bedrooms in the basement done. So dust will be a constant companion, but that's okay. This too shall pass.
Any funny moving stories out there? Share the love.
God bless you and yours.