Sitting down and reading the three-week-old newspaper that you are, at that moment, supposed to be using to wrap the dishes is probably not the most efficient way to pack.
But let's be honest, neither is blogging and look where I am now.
But everyone needs a break and we have made a lot of progress in the packing arena. The attic is done. All books and linen and um, not much else, is all done. So maybe we have not made that much progress but I feel like we are still using the rest of the stuff. But I have to work on changing my mindset because we are t-minus 9 days until the movers come. Well, really 11 days, but Josh is away (you can laugh now; I cried) the day before the move, so we're going with 9 days. But the upside? We actually have a mover. Because if you have been following along, you will know that we did not have one until what feels like five minutes ago, but is, in reality, two days ago.
I was actually starting to get a complex about the whole moving industry.
I would call a mover and then one of three things would happen:
1. They would not call me back. I would call again. And again. And then it might have gotten a little stalkerish.
2. They would call me back, promise to come take a look and never show.
3. and this might have been the worst - they would call me back, promise to come, come and look and then I'd never hear from them again. And the whole stalker cycle would start again. It was not an attractive moment in my life.
I could not understand what the issue was.
Do we really have that much stuff?
Or not enough stuff to warrant such a far move?
I still maintain that we should just dump everything except the kids and buy new, but Josh just looks at me funny when I say that. But he's not the one packing the boxes, so really, I think my point is very valid.
Anyway, the packing of the basement, which terrified me, is mostly done and pretty much everything we are hoping to sell at the yard sale (yup, yard sale. Should I laugh or cry?) is piled up in one of two places.
The only problem with a yard sale is that the kids forget what they promised to the pile and so every single time they walk past the yard sale stuff, one of them yells, hey! that's my favorite toy ever! completely ignoring the fact that they have not once picked up that toy in two years. Oddly, the crowd favorite is the exersaucer. No one even fits in the exersaucer and yet I keep hearing Mommy! We can't sell that! That's the best! and my personal favorite, Mommy! What if we have another baby!? Where will it play?
A phrase like that would normally make me laugh 'cause I think we're good in the baby department, but then the other day we gave away seven bins of baby girl clothing. And we all know what happens when you give away ALL the baby stuff. It's called the Theory of Need. You give away the stuff and hey, look at you there! You must need new baby stuff! And you must need a new baby too!
So call me crazy, but to hedge my bets, I kept back a few teeny tiny baby stretchies, just so that anyone looking to sprinkle baby dust around here knows that we're currently running at full capacity here, no need for a sprinkling.
I told Josh my theory of giving away baby clothes and he almost passed out. Josh, the lover of getting rid of stuff from the attic was very close to keeping every last baby sleeper just to be safe.
Anyway, Josh is back. He's going to change the packing tape dispenser thing for me now. For the life of me, I cannot figure that thing out.
But here's the Packing Tip of the Day: Wearing a white t-shirt while wrapping fragile items in newspaper will not leave your shirt white for long
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)