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Originally posted by Evil Chris
Well Morgan you're finally fully into the new place. Congrats!
Now at least you can unpack at your leisure for awhile.
Enjoy your new place!
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Chris, you may have saved my husband from a definitely barbed remark or two.
It's a guy thing, apparently.
He's been saying "we can take our time unpacking" and "we have the rest of our lives to get it perfect." (The last intended to be romantic; the first intended to be comforting.)
Both remarks make me want to scream until my eyeballs bleed.
I want it done and I want it done NOW. I don't want to take three days to find the Band Aids and medicinal cream for my sliced thumb ever again. I want the rest of my clothing out of the suitcase that is way too heavy for me to lift by myself. I want to know where in the absolute hell my makeup went.
In the beginning - ages ago, when I was still organized and could breathe - I carefully itemized the contents of every box on the lid with a big red Sharpie. Even *I* couldn't maintain that level of anally retentive organization, however...and ended up with over a dozen boxes that all say "misc." on the lids. "Misc." WHAT?!?!?!?! *sigh* I hate moving. I absolutely hate, loathe and despise moving.
The mail is being forwarded now...so I guess it's safe to finally say "I have moved."