We Pulled Out Our Tent Stakes!

Moving cannot be sugar-coated, it's just stinky and there is no way around it. "Once a turd, always a turd" is the long running saying in our house. I haven't met anyone who has exclaimed "Yes! I LUV to move." All stinkiness aside, we did have a smoothe move due to strong manly men and their wives for letting them help us. Thanks a million. It made it easy on all of us, especially my shortness with the kids.

Kids entertaining themselves with boxes--that only lasted so long until I had to switch it up.





Becket was so bored that he decided to make himself an imaginary friend. His name was Owert and he kept smashing and stinging our toes when he was knocked down. He also made huge clunking, crashing sounds every time he hit the wood floor.


My other idea was to let them draw in shaving cream. It's a nice calm activity that should always be supervised! As you can see, I was a little distracted and I paid every bit for it. They did have fun and smelled like shower rain for a few hours after the clean up.





I finally just stuck them on top of the filing cabinet, figuring they couldn't unpack, destroy or make a mess of anything from that great height. I quite liked this idea and would recommend it to anyone moving.


We hit the road early Wednesday morning. Thank you Cutlers for letting us crash at your pad. The trip was leg numbing, but we made it in 8 1/2 hours. We also found manly men waiting here in WV to help us unload the truck, which again limited my shortness with the kids.



Mat and I (and our anal selves) stayed up until 2AM unpacking and finished the following day by 5PM. I'm glad to be married to a guy who likes to get stuff done in a fanatical sort of way.