Today we spent the entire day packing. It's still a week and a half until we move, but we have a LOT of crap. I don't know where it all came from. I blame Hubby.
Actually, Hubby is the only one doing any decent packing. Of course, it's all been his own stuff, but at least he's getting it done. Me, I've lost the packing talent. I used to be an organized, totally efficient mover. I labeled boxes, I packed carefully, I planned the unpacking as I boxed stuff up. Last time we moved, I cleaned and tossed as I went along, and although my friends made fun of me, I know they wish I would write a list for them so they too would know what to do every minute of every day. This time around, I'm just plopping an empty box in the middle of the room, and chucking stuff in. If I see it, it goes in the box. And I have averaged a box a day, until today. Today I was a machine. I also discovered the New Improved Bubble Wrap, and fell deeply into love. The stuff is perforated every 12 inches, and clings to itself. Bubble wrap without scissors or tape. Love, I tell you.
I think a large part of my packing problems are due to the Terrors. They want me to come play, or snuggle, or read, or do anything at all, just be with them. All the time. If I can't be with them, then they want to help pack. Girl Terror has been begging to help. I know, she's a sick child. She likes dusting, too. Anyway, today I finally gave in and let them "help". I gave them each a box and a task.
Girl Terror was to pack the CD's. I showed her how they would nicely line up in the box in two rows, and I figured she'd be thrilled. Well. She got distracted by the CD cases. She picked up each CD (one at a time) and studied the cover. She talked about who's music it was. Was it Mummy's? Was it Daddy's? Was it one of hers? Where did we get it? What was the picture about? What did the letters spell? Every.Single.CD. We own a lot. Only about half of them got packed today.
Boy Terror was given the task of taking the pots and pans out of the drawer and putting them in the box. I knew he'd like this, since the pots and pans drawer calls out to him every time he walks past. I figured it would keep him busy for a while. Not so. He doesn't "get" packing carefully. He tossed those pots, pans, and lids into the box with glee. It took 3 minutes. Girl Terror was only on her fifth CD. So I handed him all the utensils out of the drawer. And then I cleaned out the spice cupboard. In between, he wandered around, and found a poker game, a "connect four" game, my brand new green skirt, a Sears catalogue, and a can of pomegranate pop. All went into the box. I rescued the pop, but that's all. At supper Hubby made me un-tape the box so we could find the steak spice.
This is becoming a big problem with our packing. I put things in boxes. Hubby wants them out. I figure we can live without spices for a week. Do we really need dental floss? The slotted spoon would have been useful with the corn tonight, but we survived. Wait until he discovers I've packed all the drinking glasses.