I'm just not feeling the packing thing. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself because I set such lofty goals, but I don't think it was unrealistic to think that I could pack up the utility closet, most of the kitchen, and some sweaters in a weekend. It turns out that if you rely on someone - like your husband - to pick up packing materials, you could be disappointed. Instead, I purchased packing kits from Costco.
The kits were pretty much free because my parents in their infinite wisdom purchased Costco gift cards for David and me earlier this year. Not sure if it was an anniversary present or a birthday present, but no matter - they really came in handy. They won't be getting here until the end of this week or early next week which is annoying. What's more annoying is the fact that I relied on someone who I trusted to take care of something simple (picking up packing materials) and I was sorely disappointed.
Okay, let me take that back. David did pick up packing materials if you call a very large permanent marker, a roll of tape, and a dozen boxes that his parents used for moving back to Illinois as packing material. What I meant, and silly me I should have been waaaay more specific, when I told him that we needed packing supplies was like at least 24 boxes, 3 rolls of tape, and something to wrap breakables in like newspaper, bubble wrap . . . you get the idea.
But my dear husband who is so good at so many things thought that we could pack with a dozen boxes and nothing to wrap breakables in. At least we have the huge permanent marker to write on the boxes - the now very empty boxes. I'm frustrated because I was only able to pack up two-thirds of my darkroom supplies in the utility closet, David's sweaters, and part of a bookshelf this weekend. I did a lot of purging when we decided to put our place on the market, but it's amazing how much more crap we have.
To top it off, I'm stressing about the fact that David and his brother decided that they would rent a moving van and move us themselves. Never mind that they used to move people "professionally"; that was over 20 years ago and now they're in their 40s. It boggles my mind. Quite simply, the packing has been put on hold and I'm getting nervous that we're cutting it a little too close.
I realize that we don't have to be officially out of here until the 3rd week of September, but I hate the mad rush at the end. I'd rather get a lot of stuff done in the beginning and then not stress out over things that have been overlooked at the end. It's the anthem of my life - what can I say? For now, I will have to remake a "To Do" list and just try to control my angst that way. Ugh - I can feel the stress zits coming on!
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