Sounds great, right? And it has been–for the most part. It is rejuvenating to go through EVERYTHING you own and put it in piles of trash, sell, donate, keep. But last night, Chris and I unleashed our huge storage closet and started the sorting process in there and we ended up with the mess pictured above.
|rare photo of our storage closet.|
I knew going to bed last night that it was going to be a problem with Greta-girl. She would start moving everything and doing her own organizing–she is big on that. To her, it was like Christmas morning. Suddenly, the opened bathroom door went unnoticed, she wasn’t interested in her morning yogurt and banana, or even milk–she just
wanted NEEDED to get her hands on all of the stuff lying around. While she has been busy transporting, I have been following her–un-transporting to make sure our new router doesn’t end up in the sell pile and the hair extensions don’t end up in the keep pile (yes, there will be hair extensions sold).
It’s a lot to take on, the task of caring for a one year old and packing and selling and moving. I felt especially overwhelmed this morning as I told Chris, “This just isn’t going to work.” The only solution is to pack everything up as fast as possible, and put everything that we are selling in our bedroom and shut the door. Then, hold my breath until next Saturday when we move (I actually really love to unpack). When we moved in to this apartment, I said “we were now welcoming visitors“–you are still welcome here, just know what you are getting into. You’ll probably be greeted with an unshowered ponytailed gal in sweats and there might not be a place to sit. :) Just, heads up.