The good news? We’re totally and completely moved out of the old house. We scrubbed it, mowed the lawn, and dropped of the keys to the landlord.
The not-so-good news? This is the state of our new home currently:
I was telling Mike last night that I am convinced every time I move, that I lose a kitchen appliance. After our previous move, I lost my electric can opener. (Which resulted in me learning how to use a hand-operated can opener for the first time in my life. Yes, I am that pathetic!) This time I can’t find my rice cooker. While I realize this is not a remotely vital appliance, it just so happens to be one of my favorites. What’s even stranger is that I have the pan that goes inside the cooker, and even the spoon for it. But the cooker itself hasn’t turned up in any of the boxes I’ve opened. Huh.
This is the laundry pile OF DOOM. I realize I tack on the phrase “of doom” to a lot of situations, but for-serious this time, I really think the apocolypse is upon us and it’s incubating right there in that pile of dirty clothes and linens. If you are unable to locate me during the next few weeks, please send a search party to my basement laundry room.
Complaints about the quantity of laundry aside, I still find it a luxury to be able to STAY HOME and do laundry in my own washer and dryer again instead of toting it all to the laundromat! If you’ve had a washer and dryer all your life, try going without them for a few months. It SUCKS! Add to that two pets who shed like nobody’s business and a 2-year-old boy who is a magnet for mud, spaghetti sauce and chocolate milk and suddenly a washer and dryer become more precious than gold.
To be honest, most of that laundry is comprised of things neither Mike nor I have worn in at least a year. My mission is to wash it, go through it, and take 90% of it to the Salvation Army to donate.
Lastly, we just won’t even talk about this …
It’ll be our little secret, OK? This is the result of emptying the entire contents of a 15-by-20 foot storage unit in a big hurry. I don’t even know where to begin with this stuff. I am excited to have my elliptical machine back, but now I have to coerce some strong fellows into carrying it to the basement for me. All those other boxes? Those have some serious treasures buried in there! (No, really.) A lot of what’s in there are the goodies that used to be in my craft studio. Lots of scrapbooking, sewing, painting, and knitting things
A big part of me, much like a little kid, just wants to start ripping into boxes like it’s Christmas morning. If I threw my adult restraint to the wind, you’d find me sitting there in the middle of the room, surrounded by all my toys, playing with and discarding them left and right. Of course, the responsible side of me realizes that after doing that, I’d never want to clean it all up and go through it properly, so that’s a just-plain-horrible idea. So the game plan is unpack all the boring stuff in the house first then go through the other things box-by-box and put those things away or sell/donate them.
Being a grown-up isn’t fun sometimes. If you need me, I’ll be in the pit of dispair shackled to my detergenet and fabric softner…
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Good luck! It looks like you have a lot of work. Hopefully you find the rice cooker. And yes, ripping into boxes is so much fun!