27 Days
There’s something about "less than four weeks" that instills an absolute sense of urgency when it comes to packing and moving. I picked up boxes at the liquor store and egg boxes from the grocery store. I also put my uncle on alert that he should save boxes for me from his beer distributor store. One thing is for certain: our new neighbors will think we like to drink. . . a lot.
While Lil C is gladly helping to pack things, Big I is protesting and acting very much like a teenager. She’s also having a fit whenever I pack something that belongs to her. I put an end to that by telling her that Daddy would like to throw away all her toys, while I would only like to pack them. She seems to be helping a bit more now.
Yesterday, we went to my parent’s house for a birthday party for my sister/4th of July celebration. We ended up staying for 10 hours. About five of those were spent playing Mexican Train Domino’s. I realized that living there for under three months might not be all that horrible. We got along fine, had fun with the girls and didn’t get home until almost midnight. I’m feeling more relaxed about the whole thing. After all the noise the girls made yesterday though, I doubt my parents are feeling the same way.
After Tuesday, I’ll be completely relaxed. The home inspector is coming early Tuesday morning and since we waived our home inspection when we moved into this house, we’re slightly apprehensive about it. We’ve been here almost five years. Any problem that came up, we promptly fixed, but the not knowing is the anxiety-inducing part. So, if you could all just cross everything that it goes well, we’d appreciate you assuming the position one last time.
Mr. BBM and I have been packing up the basement today and there’s so much more work to be done. I promise I won’t talk only about the house and packing and moving for the next few months, so stick around because I’ll start posting house building progress with photographic evidence once it starts within the next two weeks.