All in Organization / Space
Artless kitchen because we are MOVING and everything is in boxes (almost).
Pasta because Chris' brother is here making Spaetzle. Like macaroni and cheese, only better.
And I am warning you,
I am FEELING LOST.
I know I am not the only one who loves moving. But I really do. I've been getting rid of stuff lately and now I am so excited to pare down even more and pack up.
We were approved for our loan (our third, ohmygod) to buy the new blue house! And we close (I think) in about two weeks.
Now on the agenda:
Oh it is the fifth trip to sal–army this week to drop off bags and bags and it feels so amazing. What is it about lightening the load that makes me feel like a balloon? That makes me feel like this:
This is my Dad's house...
The offer is in... Let the waiting begin...
The time I spent with the organizer was both. I wanted to cry a bit (luckily he had big shoulders to cry on). And, my husband was there helping too (and he ALSO has big shoulders).
Things I learned:
My family and friends are laughing at me. Usually, I am the one who organizes their spaces.
"The organizer hires an organizer," my mom said.
I am telling you the truth when I say that somedays I wish I could hire myself. I spent the last two days wrestling with pregnancy hormones and trying to sort out my plan of attack. Guess what?