Boxes and boxes and bubblewrap, oh my.
Packing is a drag.
It's heavy and dusty and I have to evaluate each item by the "Will I need it in the next 2 weeks" standard. If no, it gets boxed; if yes, it remains unpacked. But wow there are a ton of maybes...
Example: The Styrofoam tortilla holder I bought on a whim that functions to keep warmed tortillas warm; the one I haven't used in 2 years? Am I going to need it in the next 15 days? I *could* use it on burrito night. I mean, we often have burrito night but I always forget to use it but that could change... yeah that's a maybe.
The crystal goblets I know I can pack; we won't be toasting any special events with champagne AT LEAST until the actual move-in day. I don't think, anyway. I mean, hubs could get a promotion and a raise and maybe we win the lottery? Ooh...Another solid maybe.
Will I need the crockpot? Maybe.
The empty brandy snifter?
The decorative candles?
The bread machine?
Maybe.
Yeah. Packing is a drag. Plus I have all these stupid empty boxes.
Perpetually anxious/simultaneously exhausted mom of a blended family of 7 kids & 2 pets. Writer about same. Wife to one amazingly patient husband. Drinker of wine. 




