Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Still Breathing

I am in the middle of packing.  I am in the middle of dust and memories.  I am in the middle of what do I keep and what do I discard?  I am in the middle of not much fun.

The movers come on Saturday and I have to have every flat surface cleaned and every drawer cleaned out.   The kids are gone with the grandparents for the week and hubby is able to help at night.  But, this is a large burden.  I start a project, get halfway done and then the last bits of this and that just stump me.  I wish I had another me to help out.  I wish my Mom was here.   But, maybe that wouldn't be so good because she was more of a hoarder than I am.

Anyway, back to the dust, the boxes, the chipped ceramics I made in 6th grade, and my daughter's saved baby teeth.

We've lived here for six years.  That's the longest we've stayed in a house since we got married.  Since then our kids have grown from babies to a 9 and a 6 year old.  With their own stacks of treasures and memories. 
I need to move every year just to keep the clutter and dust at bay.  I don't think I could handle the stress though.