There are three days left of my life before my friends show up
to move all of my families' crap a block south.
So, in the interest of time management, I am blogging. Don't worry. It's 5am and I've already done some stuff like laundry and coffee....and editing a super awesome pic that you can see right above the words I'm typing. I got up at 4....which, weirdly enough, is not weird for me...but I still feel like I should be applauded when I am up before 6. When I was younger I had no idea the how much beauty the morning held....kids are sleeping....i can watch whatever I want on tv....make sure they have clean underwear....fun stuff like that. To get back to my point....
There are three days left of my life before my friends show up to move my crap. Because I have experienced it before, I know how part of it will go. I will, no doubt, wake up at a ridiculous hour and frantically do "stuff." To get a good picture of what it looks like for me to do "stuff", imagine a fully inflated, untied balloon being released into the air. The balloon will zoom and spin and dip and bump into things and do nothing except be ridiculous until it flops on the floor...which will be me by dinnertime....maybe lunchtime. My friends will be amazing as they patiently move my crap and clean surfaces while I change my mind about things and as I refuse to make little decisions, like what to do or when. I'm just incapable of rushed decisions. It's part of my personality type. I can't help it.
I hate moving. Make it stop!
So....things are actually going ok, so far. We have lots of boxes, thank you friends and Chris' work. I am going to save these boxes in case we move in 18 months, or in case someone else needs them. New house has great storage.
Chris and I have made a schedule. We have duties for every day of this week. Also typical to my personality type, which I can't change-sorry, I enjoy making lists but do not enjoy being restricted by them. So, I have rebelled against myself by refusing to pack the toy room which has been on the list since before the list was created. We have, however, made great strides in other areas of the house. Lilly's room is done! David's room is done, besides his closet. Large toy items have been given away. Books-done. Living room toys-done. Curtains-done. Wall hangings-done. Dining room hutch-done. Basement-half done. Laundry.....in progress.
The garbage truck will come by our house tomorrow morning. We will have lots of crap on the tree lawn (that is the strip of grass between the sidewalk and street, according to NE Ohio-Before I lived in NE Ohio I would have said "We will have lots of crap on the curb). The Lakewood Looters (not to be confused with the trash day bargain hunters-Meg & me) will surely be driving slowly by my house, holding up the school traffic for St. Ed's. They will be dissapointed by my loot and hopefully the St. Ed's boys won't be late for school.
We are in a good place....I think. David shut his fingers in the sliding van door last night which, along with a dinner mishap & meeting at church created a night I'd like to forget....& no packing. BUT!!!! There are no meetings on tonight's agenda....no special events and I WILL not make any appointments or playdates or dinner dates. I WILL NOT!!!!! [unless I get a lot done and end up at the Clifton Wine Bar with Sarah Pierce, Meg, and whoever else.]
Chris is getting ready to leave for Spin class.....it is 5:30am. Here is what he has been up to so far this morning. Love you all!!! <3