We did it. We survived moving the family. It was challenging indeed. I was amazed at how much came out of our house and into the moving van…it was like the crap had multiplied exponentially. Three truckloads and a gazillion carloads later, we’re still not fully out of the old house. I have fully worn out the pavement between the two homes.
The fun began once we arrived at the new house. A caravan of furniture and boxes filled the place until you couldn’t walk or see around all the obstacles. I nearly cried when I realized my wonderful husband neglected to label any of his boxes so I had no clue what was where. His expert packing also was fully utilized, placing dirty socks in a box with tools and toothpaste.
Alas, I pressed on, determined to get all the necessities out and organized…bathroom and kitchen were essential. Also, finding clean clothes is a bonus when needing to go to work. My daughter enjoyed jumping in and out of boxes and playing hide and seek in the mess. Oh, to be a kid again…
It’s hard to be excited about the move but I know when everything is organized and we’re settled in, I’ll really enjoy it. Until then, look out…Mama Bear needs her underwear!
Confused Woman! 
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