I've started packing, but I must admit, It's not going well. All of the boxes scattered around my dining room are filled with dishes from the china cabinet and the kitchen. There are also other boxes filled with various items from around the house.
If you were to look around my house, you would never know that we are in the process of moving, except for the boxes of course. *snort* The dining room just makes us looks like we have to un-pack.
I am starting to get nervous. I am decluttering and throwing things away, but barely putting a dent in all of the flotsam and jetsam. I am a self-proclaimed "clutter hater" but all of the clutter within a fifty mile radius has somehow ended up in my basement.
I get one box packed only to turn around and see an even bigger pile of things awaiting a temporary cardboard abode. Toys just keep on multiplying. They're like Gremlins, you get one Matchbox car wet and it turns into 25 Matchbox cars, all laughing at me. Why do I have so many napkin rings? Who bought all of these candle holders? When did I buy an ice cream maker? Where is the Pepto Bismol?
To add insult to injury, my sister, who is supposed to be helping me pack, is in Florida with my parents. Truth be told, she's not really a packer but more of a come over and drink coffee and watch me pack kind of girl. At least I would have some company.
Enough whining, there are children who need to eat breakfast...
Where is the frying pan?
Look to the finish!