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Yesterday Keely and I began the humongous task of packing for her move out west. She had informed me, as I badgered her on a daily basis, that it would “only take a few hours” but I knew that wouldn’t be true.
Now I’m not a very organized person in some ways but I am a logistical maven so when it comes to things like packing everything you own, you totally want me by your side. I had gotten a bunch of boxes and informed Keely that we would be labeling different types of boxes for different things.
That way, if they all don’t fit in the car, we can take the things she wants immediately and ship all the other stuff. Smart right? So I made about 8 boxes. Here are some examples:
Electrical: extension cords, clock, fan, lights, etc.
Accessories: jewelry, picture frames, knick-knacks that she can’t live without
Bags: pocketbooks and swim bags and stuff like that
Clothes: these are clothes she doesn’t need in her suitcase for the next two weeks but that she needs
Now the plan is to have her clothes hanging and then fill the car with boxes. Of course, Keely actually needs a box of DRAGONS. You heard me: she collects dragons and can’t move west without them.
Then there’s the DVD’s and books she needs and don’t forget all her posters and pictures, etc. You can see it was a monumental task.
So I told Keely we would go through her closet methodically. Literally go through every single box and shelf in her closet. This is because she had surgery directly after graduation so I had to put all her stuff from 4 years of college in her closet and it really hadn’t been gone through yet.
We began and I was like “what is this bracelet” and she said “oh that was from middle school” so you begin to get the picture of what this experience was like.
I am not a collector nor have I ever been but both of my girls are so there are so many little things they never get rid of its unbelievable. Luckily for them, they have huge closets. At any rate, as we were going through her hanging clothes I said “what’s this skirt” and she said “oh, that’s from my bat mitzvah” which was 10 years ago.
After about 3 hours we had finished the closet and when Kevin came home he informed me “all those boxes will never fit in the car.” Keely, however, disagrees and thinks they will. All I know is that I need to be comfortable and I don’t want to be crammed into a car with no breathing room.
My back was killing me and we haven’t even begun the drive yet. Today I need to drop of clothes at the dry cleaner, get more hangers and do a thousand other errands. I was so distracted that I did something I hadn’t done in years.
What’s that you ask? I backed into the garage door. Yup! I had totally forgot to open it because I was thinking of all the shit I had to do and I put the car in reverse and heard a loud BANG and it was like “OH FUCK!”
Luckily, the damage seems minor but calling Kevin was hilarious. Well, you can see that this will be quite the adventure.