Need I say more?
Haven't we lived here for 6 months already? (Yes)
Then why are there so many boxes still left to unpack? Why? Why? Why?
Last week I made pretty good progress. 20+ boxes unpacked!
I am getting to the home stretch now (I've no idea what that means, exactly).
My current project is the office. I thought I could easily get most of it done today...NOT! I was way over confident on that one. :)
Really, I did get a lot done...now I just have to finish up with the "to be filed" boxes, which can't be unpacked until I get the file drawers cleaned and organized (all the stuff that's been accumulating the past 6 months).
Once the office is done, I have about 6 "odds and ends" boxes that need unpacking (there are probably more...but "6" doesn't cause me to hyperventilate and run around crying for my mommy!)
Then we'll (by we I mean me) be on to the project of unpacking the boxes in "storage". (Fancy word for basement and garage). Not looking forward to that part either...Maybe I'll put a section on my side bar showing how many boxes I've unpacked and how many I have left? Yeah, or not. Wonder how long it would take me to count all the remaining boxes...should I round up or down for the ones that are partially unpacked? Either way, would the resulting number finally push me over the edge?
Have I mentioned I hate moving?
If my husband mentions moving to me again, you will find me huddled in the corner in the fetal position, sucking my thumb and crying...Just sayin'.
What I've learned today:
We have too much stuff.
I am quickly running out of room to put all the stuff.
(Note to self: Summer project: Building shelves in the storage room and the garage).
I thought we had purged most of the junk already...today I found a box full of papers from when I was serving in the Relief Society presidency. Really? Do I really need to keep minutes from Presidency Meeting 5+ years ago? Really???
Did I mention we are running out of room?
Perhaps you missed the part where I said I hate moving/unpacking/blah/blah/blah?
I was going to post a picture of what I look like today...no makeup, hair flat and straight...(I hate my hair!)...It was to be titled, "Have I No Shame?"...and pretty well summed up how I'm feeling right about now...but after 20 minutes of taking self portraits that turned out with me looking either angry or stoned (of which I was neither). I gave up.
My work here is done.