The house we’re moving to is smaller than the one we are living in now. By a whole room and then some. So I need to be ruthless. I am by no means a hoarder, but somehow I seem to have accumulated a lot of stuff.
So have those three gorgeous kids of mine!
There are perils associated with packing your house to move. You have been warned.
You know that box that has been in a cupboard since I moved in three years ago? The one I was going to sort through once I got settled? The one that’s still unopened? So here’s my dilemma: open it – and the associated can of worms – or throw it away because I haven’t looked at it for three whole years?
My box of love letters. The ghosts of boyfriends past. Of course I will keep them. I’m going to need something to read when I’m old and wrinkly. And they’re a good reminder that I have been loved wholly and solely at some point in my life. But do I really have the time in this packing and moving process (which I’m already squeezing in to all of those spare hours in my day when I’m not being a full-time mumma and working full-time) to sit and read every card and letter. Oh, and look at the photos?
Then there’s the pantry. I spy a tin of condensed milk (the 97% fat-free variety – like that’s going to make SO much difference to this little confession). In the fruit bowl lay some juicy green limes which are super ripe. Condensed milk plus juicy limes? You guessed it: key lime pie filling. But I don’t have anything to make the base with. So I’ll just mix the limes in with the condensed milk and let it set in the fridge for a little while, until I get to the store to get ingredients for the base.
Or maybe I’ll just eat it with a spoon as a snack
every time I walk past the fridge when I next need to procrastinate take a break from the thought of packing. Yes, that’s a much better idea. Don’t you be judging now.
Then there’s my fingernails. Or what’s left of them. And my toenail that became the victim of a misplaced box and an ill-timed step.
I neeeeeeeeeeed me some mumma time. A mani/pedi and a movie would be nice. With a bucket of
popcorn wine. And Ryan Gosling. Sitting beside me, not on the screen.
Although, I can’t promise we’ll actually be watching the movie.