We have 5 people living in a 1200 square foot house.
Newsflash: it's a bit crowded in here, and the last thing you want someone who's buying your house is to feel crowded.
So, about 1/2 of our stuff is going in our garage. Luckily, we have a garage because if we didn't, it would be an even HUGER pain in the patootey.
I've just taken a room a day. Somehow I thought the kitchen would be the worst, as we had a ton of stuff on the top of our cabinets. Turns out, the playroom has made me almost suicidal. Going through toys, going through kids emotions. I-YI-YI makes a good Christian woman want to just scream !#&*^)#!%&^!
We also have to leave the edges of our garage clear because we're having a house inspection tomorrow. Fingers crossed we haven't been the beneficiary of termites the last 7 years.
Unlikely that we're not though.
My arms are going to fall of thanks to Mr. Clean Magic eraser and the hopes that he can save us from our 40 dollar/can paint.
I really just sit here wondering if my life will EVER be normal. I feel like I've lived in such a state of flux for so long, and I don't see it ending any time soon. I try to imagine myself in our new home just lovingly finding homes for all of our things and then FINALLY just flopping on the couch once it's mostly put away.
Will that ever happen?
Frankly, I doubt it. Plus, I'll be getting used to a new life with all new friends and new routines and new....
I miss my old life.
Maybe it's in my garage....