Hopeful Housewife

Weird day. Woke up cloudy headed and frustrated. My house is a disaster…I hate moving.

Boxes everywhere, laundry without a home,  not enough stuff packed, but yet the thing I need most always seems to be in a box. taped up. stacked in the living room….bottom of the stack of course.  I dont care how many bloggers say they can move in an organized fashion. Its the pits, and its not easy. Maybe said bloggers didnt have to use THIRTY gallons of paint on their new house before moving in, making their current living quarters a cross between a rest stop and a dumping ground.

Two more days, and moving begins. By Saturday, Lord willing, it will be over. Whats wonderful about this move? It will hopefully be our last one. This is our first home that we OWN…and our hope is that it is our last home for quite a while. By Saturday night, I’ll be surrounded in boxes stacked to the ceiling…but they will be in MY home. By Saturday, I’ll be exhausted, sore, and probably overwhelmed, but I’ll be able to rest in my new bedroom or spa tub. By Saturday I may not be able to find that one thing I really need, but I’ll have all the time in the world to find it.

Perhaps, by Saturday, my grease-burned fingers will have healed enough to not need the bandages and gel packs in order to go through boxes. *sigh*

Hopefully, by Saturday, the pain from having to sell our little pup will have subsided as we enjoy the company of the neighbors dogs that seem to love us so much.

And without a doubt, on Saturday, we’ll have a moment to take a deep breath and know that we’re on our way in this new adventure.

I got really tired of the girls’ room looking like a war zone, and made a “mean mommy” decision. Their room is packed, at least 3 weeks in advance. I had the hubs take all of the boxes of toys to our storage shed, so there’s no chance of them sneaking toys or me feeling weak and lettin’ em’ have them back. They have a few books, a few art supplies, and their clothes. Thats IT. Funny how they have managed to keep their room really clean the last few days.

Funny how a move prompts you to really declutter and purge. I’m convinced that it isn’t some instinctive urge associated with moving, but rather the thought that yes, you really do have to move all that crap.

Everything I’ve packed has been greatly pondered. “Do I love this enough to pack it, move it, and unpack it?” Usually, I’ve said NO, and as a result have made a bit of cash on craigslist, donated to charity, and have somehow filled the trashcans to the brim this week. Yeah, I’m sure thats not very “green” of me, but at least I know that I’m simplifying and I feel confident saying I wont aquire this much CRAP again.

Homeschooling surrounded by boxes isnt fun. I’m counting down the days at this point just so I can enjoy space and efficiency again. I hate how disorganized I feel. Hate it.  If nothing else though, it definately motivates me to maintain a decluttered, organized home once we’re there. It gets tough when school starts to keep things the way I like them, but I’m more motivated than ever to bless my family with a house that feels good to live in.

 In the meantime though, I’ll continue to lighten the load and make every effort to maintain *some* peace in this house. I’ve never been more convinced that a persons home is (or should be) of great comfort. An oasis from the rest of the world. I cant wait to reclaim my life and find comfort again!!