Home Sweet Almost Home

Unpacking. It is the bane of my moving existence.

I don't mind throwing it all together into boxes, the cleaning, the driving of the truck. I dislike the lifting and moving of said boxes, and the placement thereof into a moving van. But unpacking-- moving the boxes to a particular area, and then opening the box, removing items, finding homes for everything within... Just thinking about the whole process exhausts me.

Last night we got down to about 4 or 5 boxes. With correct positioning and a large enough table cloth, my troubles would be over. Alas, I will open the beastly things and find places for all the myriad crap stashed in them. One small step for my lazy ass, one giant leap toward a cohesive, organized household.

Tonight we have grand plans of finishing this unpacking, to be followed by one of my favorite-ist things ever: DECORATING for the Halloween party. Can't wait!