Resurrection
Some day, I will be good at writing in this on the daily.
But now, I'm not even sure where to start. What to write, what to share. I haven't posted in years. I'm thinking this can be a random intro post to our life. Oh... that means I should probably update that, too. I'm married, and have been for four years. And we have a son who is two. He's awesome, obviously a direct reflection of his father and I. Nah, just kidding, we're not all that awesome.
So, I guess I'll start with now, today. We're getting ready to move, constantly packing, moving, figuring out what should be packed when in order to get ahead to ease the burden of moving day. I hate packing. I hate moving. I hate lifting boxes. I hate unpacking. This is all complicated a bit with a two year old running around, bored out of his mind because I was thinking, "Oh, let's pack all these toys" and now, well, he's bored. He still has some left out to play with, but not nearly as many as he's used to. And, this is complicated even further by the fact that we think he's coming down with something... he has a fever tonight and didn't eat much all day. Cross your fingers that he's not coming down with something super yucky that we'll all then get. Moving day is coming fast, less than two weeks until we need to be out of this apartment and into the next, so none of us can really afford to be sick.
What we have packed:
Man-cave.
Toys.
Some clothes.
Most of the bathroom.
What we need to pack:
Our bedroom
The living room
The storage shelf behind the kitchen door
The kitchen
LO's room
ETC.
How I feel: Overwhelmed! I know we can do this, we moved a four bedroom house to this apartment and did that pretty darn quick, though we owned that home so we were able to leave lots of stuff there before we eventually sold it.