After 2 weeks of trying to sell our house, we caved and listed with an agent and are moving this weekend. Of course for the past two weeks I have done no packing (in an attempt to keep the house neat). I have 3 days to pack our entire house and get ready for departure.
I went to buy boxes and was aghast at the thought of paying $2-$10 for boxes, especially to pack up old, dirty crap in the garage which probably will never be used and is worth less than the price of the box. Mission: find cheaper boxes. I found a place online which sold used boxes. I was dismayed to find that used boxes, boxes which at one time had someone else’s crap in them, actually cost more than brand new boxes. Whatever. I had the brilliant idea to look on Craigslist for boxes and BEHOLD! A woman had posted “free moving boxes.” Tim was worried I would get murdered in exchange for these freebies but when she said she would leave them in her driveway when she went to work, I figured I was safe. 1. Her name was Susan 2. She lived in Twelve Oaks and 3. She had a job. What sort of criminal would think of such a simple alibi? I went to collect my treasure… and the day starts well.
So I’m home with my boxes, a mixture of new and used and I start to look around at my project. Where should I start? What goes first? Being of an easily distracted mind, I followed the path I usually do. I’ll start in the middle and quickly make my way around the entire house, packing a little from each room until I have a complete disaster.
After getting started in the kitchen I realized I have a rare problem. While many tell stories of trying to find a lid for which they have the container…I have dozens of lids for which I do not have containers. I think back to a doctor telling me he will not prescribe Ambien because one of his patients got in trouble ordering thousands in merchandise from Home Shopping Network. Of course I didn’t get my Ambien from him, but I did get it and take it here and there…so now I wonder…do I dash about during my Ambien-induced comas and steal other peoples lids? Could I be the cause of so many people’s upset when they cannot find the right lid? What else have I done? Have I stolen the one white sock to make them believe the dryer is possessed?
Hmmm…pack the lids….let us move on! So I decided it would be smart to pull everything out of my bottom cabinets so I can play the rubix cube of packing. After doing so, I realize I have no place to put the empty box. After tripping over a waffle iron, I backed up and was violated by an open cabinet door, and finally reached my final destination on the kitchen floor with my face pressed firmly against a food processor attachment.
The day has ended and so I shall summarize. I have a bruise up my ass, my house is destroyed, a particular food processor attachment is now “missing,” (and by missing I mean broken from being flung across the kitchen) and my dogs have taken the bones I thought would keep them busy and are now playing a game of “who can hold two bones in their mouth the longest without actually chewing them.”
But a dozen or so boxes have been packed and tomorrow I get to do this all again.
JOY!
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