The Simple Life at Home

of the move, that is.

I'm sitting in a house, surrounded by furniture that is boxed up and crated. I can't put thing back in order. There's very little usable...anything...in the house. Everything that is staying here with us is in piles in the living room. Jumbled up, random piles.

Of course, I forgot to keep out any kind of blankets or anything, except for one. Since there are three of us, that's not quite gonna cut it. I remembered that there was an old comforter in a cabinet in the garage. It's stinky, but I can wash it and use it tomorrow. That leaves us one short, but I'm sure I'll figure something out.

After everything was packed I realized that when a certain child (who shall remain nameless) unloaded the dishwasher this morning, the bowls were all put in their normal place, rather than the segregated cabinets I had set up. Consequently, we have one, count 'em, ONE bowl. And it's not even a big bowl. No mixing bowls, no cereal bowls, no Super Bowls. We'll have to pick up a cheap mixing bowl somewhere as well as some cereal bowls.

It was just frustrating today, standing around useless with nothing to do and nowhere to sit or escape for the six people roaming through the house.

I think after tomorrow, when everything is being loaded onto the container, I'll be able to take whatever is left and put it into some kind of order and get back to normal living. So if this is as bad as it's gets, I think we're doing pretty good!