Not Just Boxes

By noon on Moving Day #3, life is getting much easier around the Haus. Our bulging suitcases are at the hotel, the cat is locked in the bathroom, kids are at school & I'm goofing off online because our movers rock & are leaving the computer up and running until the bitter end.

Man is out hunting down Chinese Take-Out for lunch. We all know I was the one to take everyone's order, call the restaurant, place the order & tell him where to go. But he's actually the one doing the heavy lifting. Hey, there's still snow & slush on the ground & finding a parking place might be a bit of a problem.

For him.

Life is good.

Or as close to good as a PCS can get.

The movers have 3 crates loaded & are working on the other 3 for today - which will be roughly half of our stuff. This is what destressing looks like, one crate at a time.

At this point, I'm sipping on virgin iced tea because I drank all the vodka yesterday there's not much to stress about today. I am watching Judge Alex (who, by the way, is so much hotter than Judy) and occasionally, I'll wander around the Haus checking on progress.

To help pass the time, I also like to play Guess What. It's a geek way to keep my brain fine-tuned so in Virginia next month (please let it be next month) I'll immediately know what's coming off the crates & where to have it delivered.

While wandering, I'll look at all the little boxes & see how they are labeled. "Office books", "VCR Tapes", "Kitchen Decor - Top Load" (and they'd better!), "Polish Pottery", "Polish Pottery", "Polish Pottery", "Schrank Glassware", "Schrank Glassware", "Schrank Glassware", "Schrank Glassware", etc, etc, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah.

Not everything fits nicely into little boxes & those items are wrapped in cardboard and/or bubble wrap. Some items are super easy-peasy to guess.

For instance, this is the couch.

And this is our king-sized pillow top mattress.

It's already sorely missed. One night in a hotel and it's a major bitch-fest about crappy mattresses. But you don't want to hear about that . . .

This piece of furniture is the recliner.

And, under this cardboard hides a dining room chair.

Now, not everything is wrapped in such a way that you can immediately determine what's inside. For instance, I came across this item & scratched my head . . . . hmmmmm. What is that?

Anyone care to guess? Anyone?

If you been paying attention, this should be easy-peasy. Super easy-peasy.

Take care, Rosie. See ya in DC.