I'm Still Using That!

I’ve been off-line for almost a month and am so far behind in my blogs and email it’s almost frightening. But I have  month left of summer holidays, a new house with a main floor office, and motivation to catch up again quickly. So, to start, I will go back in time to before the move. To the packing stage.

Packing is not fun. It starts out okay when you think you can really organize everything and pack everything in a way that makes perfect sense. Then you start having space in boxes that you have to fill with random things. Then you look around and realize even though you’ve filled 30 boxes, your house doesn’t look any emptier. That’s when panic sets in, just a bit at first. As you frantically continue filling boxes, throwing logic to the wind, the panic increases. How can you possibly pack everything, but still live in the house? Worse yet, how can you pack anything when your kids follow you around crying, “Don’t pack that. I’m still using it!” And by crying, I mean full-out hysterics.

Hannah used that line so many times that Jacob started saying it without even knowing what it meant. He would follow me up the stairs and tell me at least 6 times, “No packie that. My still using that!”

Poor Hannah was so distraught watching her beloved possessions disappear one by one. Her distress translated into some interesting behaviour, but nothing prepared me for her reaction when we actually loaded the truck. Stay tuned for the post: “Not My Comfy Pants!”