Not surprisingly life is a little hectic between my full-time job and preparing for the move. Add on top of that a little girl who just turned 15 weeks old and you have pure craziness. I have to admit that I'm lucky that she is not yet mobile. These days she considers hanging out in her bumbo chair and watching me pack boxes quite entertaining so it is really a win-win situation.
While I'm excited about the new house, I really...I mean REALLY...hate moving. Not exactly a shocking statement I know. Moving seems to rest just below waterboarding on any list of the most excruciating forms of torture. I just can't feel comfortable in my house anymore, because even when I'm not packing it is impossible to relax when surrounded by towers of boxes. And how did we acquire so much crap to begin with? I would sort through it and chuck half of it, but really I only have enough time to load things into boxes. Hopefully I can do a big purge when unpacking. At least we got a storage shed yesterday, because it is rather difficult to paint walls and replace carpets in rooms filled with boxes.
Ugh. I promise a funner update later when life has resumed a little more normalcy whatever that means.