We’re in that awful stage of being half packed for our move, which kicks off Tuesday afternoon. Tonight we ate store-bought rotisserie chicken standing up, with our fingers, because I packed all of our plates and silverware. I purposely left one plastic glass out for a Monday morning smoothie but the blender is in some unknown box. Clearly I didn’t think that through. Mike also bought milk at the store tonight for cereal, but we have no idea where our bowls are–again, not very smart. Starbucks will be getting a boost in breakfast sales tomorrow and Tuesday without a doubt.
Let’s face it. Moving is the worst. I am over-the-moon excited for our new house but I may be a little cranky for the next few days. I hope that doesn’t sound bratty. I am just being honest.
I do not function well in large messes or chaos. A friend also pointed out today that close moves (ours is just 10 blocks) can be the hardest because you think it will be easy, but then totally misjudge how unorganized you are and underestimate the time it will really take to move 10 blocks.
Please stick with me in the coming days if my blog becomes a bit of a ghost town. I don’t think Mike would appreciate me blogging away while he loads boxes into cars.
Any last minute tips for making a move less painful?