Wednesday, January 27, 2010
We have moved into the new house and now the fun begins. Who knew there could be so many boxes in such a small space? The things we cannot find are hilarious. We cannot find the big blue tub of dog food. We cannot find a box that had the toothbrushes and apparently Scott's belt in it. The toothbrushes are in the bathroom, the box is missing and here we go!!!
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.