Last week, I told you we were looking at a couple houses. This week, I’ll tell you, I’m lookin for boxes!! We are set to move in the first weekend in December. I cannot tell you how excited I am to be getting into a house. To not have to climb 3 flights of stairs while carrying a baby and tons of groceries. To be able to let Coop run into the backyard and not worry about him squeezing himself through the railing and down 30 feet. To not have to run down the stairs while drip drying, because
my husband someone didn’t go down to the garage for more toilet paper when they used it all up. Did I mention how grateful I am?
The HUGE downfall is that I have to pack. When we moved here, the hubs company moved us, and I didn’t even pack my undies. 3 guys whipped through our house and everything was in the truck within 4 hours. Now that we are moving 2 miles away, the packing is up to moi. It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t a pack rat. If I couldn’t admit it, it would be all sorts of wrong. But I can, and I’m totally fine with it. I like my stuff. My rock collection from when I was 12. The clothes I am saving for my daughter, because everything comes back in style. The box of stuffed animals in the garage. I have no intention of getting rid of it, so pack it up and keep hauling it from house to house!
I am suddenly regretting HAVING to have a red wall in my bedroom. Do I really have to paint over that? Bleh.