I had big goals. Get the entire house unpacked in a day. Maybe two. But my brain doesn’t function under certain circumstances. Such as…. how can I unpack the boxes when I can’t find a place to put the stuff that I have no place for? Etc.
I knew I was in trouble when I had the following idea: If we’re just going to move again in 18 months, why in the world do we need to unpack the boxes? (Um…. sweetie…. that would be because without unpacking you have no clothes, no yarn, no plates, no glasses, no undies, no nothing. NOTHING! )
Yesterday I did unpack. I unpacked a lot. Today I unpacked and set up my office and the Wall O’ Yarn. I will be doing a bit more unpacking in the kitchen. This afternoon I started telling Dana to move some boxes here and move some boxes there. Move them into a more decorative place. Because nothing says "warm and inviting home" like cardboard brown.
Here’s some really bad photos of the status so far. Join me in popping a couple of Kava Kava and see if we can embrace that feeling of overwhelmed terror. Walk with me….
Sculpture de’ Cardboard….our cheap version of "art". See… even the doll can’t take it. She’s lying prostrate on the floor for heaven’s sake!!!!!!
Boxes basking in the sunlight. Hoping their contents will be removed. And since it is the antique china… they’re outta luck. Stayin’ packed forever and ever and ever.
Doesn’t everyone keep their dining room table upside down? I think this idea of lining up all your dining room chairs (and then some) like you’re in a police precinct is really going to catch on. Seriously. Trust me on this one. Y’all give it a try.
And then there’s that room that sends jolts of terror through your whole body. THE GARAGE. Where all the stuff is. All the stuff that has to come into the house that doesn’t have enough room for all the stuff.
(Oh… that’s nice. Took a shot with AG’s potty chair right up front. Nothin’ says "white trash" like posting toilet related pictures on the internet!!! It is official, I have completely lost my mind.)
I have to say that I took a rather flattering, toilet seat aside, picture of the garage. It looks much less intimidating in this photo than it does in person.
So what now?
Well, the cats are still at Casa de Cheapo and there is still a bunch of stuff there. But we have about a month to move all of that (not the cats, the stuff. I pinky swear that the cats are moving here tonight. Don’t call PETA.)
So the plan is this…
I will unpack a bit more of the kitchen tonight.
We will move the cats tonight.
And since I have not knit a stitch since I left my little knitting group in Washington (nearly 14 days ago) I will be knitting tonight.
Past that I have no plan other than to pray that God sends a group of pixies in here to unpack all of my stuff while I sleep tonight. (Hey… you have your dreams, I have mine!)
OK Y’all. Gotta go. Carpe Llama and all that good stuff.
Toodles!
My dream is that my parents (and quite possibly, my boyfriend) would be deaf, dumb, and blind to all new yarn that I buy. Then I could store it anywhere – even in plain sight – with none the wiser! This is especially dreamworthy now, as I’m about to come into a very LARGE lot of Henry’s Attic, which certainly won’t fit under my desk…
PS. Good luck unpacking! My, my, that dining room is just a center of feng shui fashion.
Good luck with the unpacking! Enjoy your knitting time – everyone needs a break.
Thanks so much for shipping my yarn in the middle of your personal chaos.
Oh my gosh, you made me laugh so hard with your post about the dining room table and chairs! And the potty chair, lol! Hang in there, it will get unpacked. Moving is great for getting rid of junk. And to think during all this moving activity, my yarn went out in the mail and I received it today. It’s beautiful!
Carpe Llama? You crack me up! You need a mojito and some serious knitting time my friend!
Hang in there! Last time we moved, what we did is put all the boxes in one room, then each day take a few out to unpack. You might need to use your garage as that room. That way, you’re not having to walk around boxes all the time, etc.
yikes your garage reminds me of our basement…still
OMG, you made me laugh so HARD!! AS a military family, we get to experience this very joy fairly often. Can I tell you how happy I am that D. just got approved for another 3 years in place here? Six years before the next BOXES OF DOOM scenario.
Best of luck, and lots of energy to you!
gawd. i hate unpacking. when we moved back from the UK…they even unpacked us.
Carpe Llama cracked me up, too. You almost made me spit coffee on the keyboard.
And at least you’re not posting photos of your sofa on the front lawn. That really says “white trash” like nothing else can.