It's moving day...

It's been a long, hard week... and I've got the bruises to prove it. For someone who bruises very easily, moving boxes and furniture can be a little tough on the body. I look like someone hit me across one of my shins with a bat, and I'm not even sure when or how I got that way. I was so tired last night that after I finished cleaning my oven I could not for the life of me figure out how to get the racks back in. I called my neighbor to help, feeling like a total idiot.

I wish I had not packed my camera cord so I could download the pictures of my huge pile in the dining room (I will post them later!). I felt a great sense of accomplishment last night when I laid my worn out, soar body down to go to sleep. I had completed probably 98% of my to do list and it felt good knowing that my husband could come out of the field and find our belongings ready to be moved and the house cleaned and almost ready for inspection.

My living room and dining room are filled with boxes and furniture from all areas of the house. I pulled and pushed (and groaned) just about everything but our beds into the living room so that my husband could exert as little energy as he might have left when it comes to carrying it out and loading it in the moving truck. Anyone who has been to my house knows we have a lot of bulky furniture, so knowing it won't all fit into the house we are moving into was a big disappointment to me.

I finally came to grips with it yesterday. What won't fit, or what might make the house feel smaller, will go in the garage. After all the packing and all the cleaning, I'm thinking that giving it all away might be nice! We have several moves before us. From the words of Shelby in my favorite movie, Steel Magnolias, where she tells her mom she's going to get her hair cut short, let me just say, "I feel the need to make things as simple as possible!" ...oh how I would love to just sit back and watch that movie right now...

The twins just got out of bed and the first one to walk into my room said, "In just two hours we will have our new house!" Then the other one walked in a few minutes later and said, "Aren't you excited?! We're moving today!" They can hardly stand that they have to go to school today. They've repeatedly told me that they want to go straight to the new house when I pick them up from school.

Knowing they are so excited and looking forward to this move makes it all worth while. I pray they love it as much as they think they will, and that they make good friends in the neighborhood. One day when we drove over to look at the house it looked like a children's camp. There was children EVERYWHERE. We could barely drive down the street! Many of them were very young, but I did see a few that looked to be their age.

Well, I better get off here and eat breakfast. It's going to be another long, hard day...especially for the man of the house who hasn't been home and hasn't gotten any rest all week.