I’m at that point in the moving process where I probably hate you if you ever gave me a present.
Why do I have so much stuff? Why doesn’t it look like I’m closer to be doing done?
I think I’ve officially given up on the kitchen. I’m now willing to pay the movers to pack that for me. I am going to try and not be embarrassed when they see that I have heavy water spots on my glasses or didn’t thoroughly clean the lid to my skillet.
This is the current state of the union. There is a light at the end of the tunnel… and it’s tomorrow when 10 more boxes arrive from Amazon. I’ll just be putting anything in a box and labeling them all “stuff”.
