My house looks like a cardboard disaster zone. Seriously, I feel like a hoarder having to step over things, or move between pathways. There is one thing that puts me over the edge: a cluttered and dirty house. It makes me physically uncomfortable. So now that that house is my house, well, I’ve been slightly irritable. (Sorry Eli!)
We do 98% of our packing work after 10:00pm when Vivien is sleeping. The upstairs is (almost) completely done, now we have to box up the living room and the *shudder*…kitchen.
Movers are coming bright and early Saturday morning! Wish us luck!!