I remember when we moved into our first house we did it all in a single day. We were fortunate to have tons of help: Kirk’s family came to move boxes and furniture and my family came to help unpack and get us settled. It’s no exaggeration when I say that by the end of the day our beds were made, the art was hung on the walls, and there was not a single box left to be unpacked.
That, of course, was before we had a child.
Children and packing are about as incompatible as you might imagine. The moment I place an item in a box, Logan pulls it back out. If I place the box out of reach, he stomps his little feet and pleads pitifully to be involved. Life revolves around this child and he will have it no other way.
We’ve adapted to this new reality by packing one or two boxes at a time–mostly while the tiny person sleeps–over the past month or so. The benefit to this drawn-out process is that we’ve finally been able to get organized. Our first home has only three closets which meant that a single drawer in the sideboard in our dining room housed bed linens, Christmas decorations, and the kitchen spatulas. I wish I was kidding.
So, it’s been nice to take the time to get everything in its rightful place which will hopefully make unpacking a bit easier. The only downside to all this productivity is that my chocolate stash already disappeared into one of the 9 boxes labeled “Pantry Items”.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…