I slept in this morning. When I rolled over and looked at the time, I thought, "Wow, it's been a long time since I've slept so late!" I didn't take too long to stretch it out though, because my very next thought was, "Wow, I've got a lot of packing to do!"
Mister and I have been sorting through our two little homes, trying to decide what to keep, sell, give away, or throw away. We just sold the little house in the forest! Whoot whoot! We've been talking about selling that old fish camp property for years now, and finally put our money where our mouths were! Yes, we've both been known to procrastinate a bit. Not only procrastinate, but change our minds a time or two (okay, maybe three. Lol)
The place on the Gulf that we lease is now full of the fish camp hoard. I admitted a long time ago that I have the tendency to collect things. By nature, and upbringing I like to find beauty where others might see trash. It's more than a phase for me to want to turn an old rickety outdated dresser or china hutch into a cute little bench, shoe rack, or other repurposed item. It's in my blood.
I have so many collections of things though that while loading things for this phase of our move, my Mister was doing a little extra eye rolling at me. One such moment of eye-rolling was followed by a retorted, "Do you really want me to load this barrel full of plastic bottle caps on the trailer?" After explaining to him that it's easier for me to haul said bottle caps to another location than it would be to spend five years collecting them all again, then "why yes; yes I do want you to load those plastic caps on the trailer."
It was like a standoff at the Okay Coral: our eyes locked, and uh oh, the Mister raised his eyebrows at me.
"Oh no he didn't." I took a good long southern gal breath and blew it out of my nose like a bull to a matador. I had that let-me-tell-you-something-Mister look in my eyes, and I don't mean to brag or anything ladies, but my plastic bottle caps made it onto the trailer! They are right here under a stack of boxes; just waiting to become something pretty. I'll get to that another day though.
But seriously folks, no matter how modest in size a home is, packing it up to start a new chapter in life, can be nerve wrestling to say the least. I've been trying to keep it fun, but well; it's packing. How fun can packing be? Okay, so I'll at least TRY to make it fun (a little bit?) I'll grab a cup of coffee, put some music on and get to it!
First things first though! Before I begin to sort through anything else, I am putting a pork roast in the crockpot. Mister went to the grocery yesterday and since he came back with a pork roast that wasn't on my list, I guessed with a quickness that he wanted a good meat and potatoes kind of meal. So it shall be!
Pork roast is on, dishes are done, and now it's time to get back to that sorting and packing. I have literally been sorting through 30+ years of papers, photos, and memorabilia for days now. I do have some things packed, but to my Mister's dismay, everything is still strung out all over the place.
I am soooo thankful I have a spare room to at least house some of the chaos! Can you believe how many toys end up at Mawmaw and Pawpaw's house from two tiny people?!
I don't do well when I'm not organized; I've been known to become a bit of a crybaby. I don't want Mister to come home from work and see me crying, so I'm taking a break, having some iced tea, and making lists and notes! Aha! A plan will be developed! …
Until next time!
May your blessings be many and your troubles be few!
