As I expected we would, Grey and I have waited until the very last second to pack up our stuff for our move. It is now Thursday, a mere 24 hours until go-time, and I’m not kidding when I say our house looks like a bomb went off.
It’s not like there are packed boxes everywhere making it seem chaotic, it’s just the fact that we haven’t done anything but be extra dirty to prepare for this move. Clothes, dishes, toys, and random items are everywhere. You can’t find a clear surface in the entire house. The back of the toilet is covered with items like Easter baskets and old yearbooks and the stove is buried under old issues of US Weekly. Open the fridge and you’ll find food, yes, but also DVDs and a few old hardrives from busted laptops. It’s like an episode of Hoarders come to life. Luckily, we both work waaaaay better under pressure, so I’m sure things will get done by Friday. Or at least, pretty sure.
I mean, it’s not like we haven’t packed ANY boxes. We have. The only problem is, the stuff we have packed is so haphazardly thrown together, it’s like we were playing SuperMarket Sweep; there’s not rhyme or reason to any of the boxes. Most are just labeled RANDOM CRAP or STUFF. Unpacking should be as much fun, if not more as packing everything up!