Packing, Packing, Packing…

April 29, 2014 · 4 comments

I am already tired of packing.

And the more I pack, the more I wonder how I will ever fit it all into our smaller house, even as the garage sale pile grows ever higher. At this point, it’s going to take me hours just to get that sale pile out of my house! I like the Friday-Saturday sale idea, with everything *free* on Sunday.

The problem, I guess, is that I like my stuff. And stuff I have. Books (oh, the books!), art and craft and sewing and weaving supplies, kitchen goods (I need all of the cast iron pans, right?) and quilts upon quilts that I’ve made over the years. Cookbooks, pillows, chairs, and baskets. Lamps, gardening supplies, jars (oh, the jars!).

I’m trying to give myself grace and just pack one box at a time, one room at a time. But as good as I feel when I get that box packed and out into the garage, I come back into the house and it feels like there’s a million more to go. Plus babies to chase after. Plus homeschooling to still keep an eye on. Plus meals to still make. Plus trying to grow another baby.

I’m tired.

But the push is on. I need to list this house as soon as possible, and that means packing, painting, washing windows and cleaning. Our new-to-us house is ours on the 10th, which means work there begins: insulation, walls upstairs, windows, painting, and hopefully a floor refinish…all of course dependent upon finances and time.

The sooner we get the work there finished, the sooner we can move in. The sooner we can move in, the sooner I won’t have to deal with getting seven children to sparkle up the house and get into the van for another showing. And the sooner all of that happens, the sooner I can UNpack, create a nest and get settled in before the new baby comes. And I just hope our current house sells.

Oy. I’m tired just writing about it.

But that’s what’s going on right now. Needless to say, my book has taken a backseat; it awaits a cover design (so close!) but my energy, hormones, time and attention are elsewhere.

I’m just pressing on a day (an hour) at a time. It’s all I can do right now.