And Then I Stepped in Gum . . .

On the Road Again . . .

(You're welcome for the earworm.)

The movers come tomorrow. Since we are cheap/temporarily poor, we opted to do all the packing ourselves this time around. So in theory, since we've had weeks and weeks of anticipating this day, we should be all done with packing and just kicking back and enjoying our last night of TiVo for a week or so.

HA!

I will say this -- the kids' rooms and the playroom are all completely done. The spa is disconnected from the house (and Dave is still in one piece and not electrocuted) and the washer and dryer and refrigerator are disconnected. The living room is packed except for the TV equipment for all the TV watching we're not going to do. The kids' clothes for the next week or so until we are reunited with our belongings has been selected and laid aside. Our closet is full of things that need to go into our van for the trip.

The rest? Not so much done. It's close to done, which is good, I think. But there are all kinds of dribs and drabs left all over the house. Did I ever tell you about the box we discovered in the attic in NY as we were packing to move here? It was labeled "Mystery Surprise Box," and it was all the dribs and drabs left from the move from our apartment in VA, six years prior. It hadn't even been opened. We found all kinds of fun things in there. I suspect we may be in for several versions of the "Mystery Surprise Box" during this move.

So we load everything tomorrow, and then we're staying at a hotel here in Mobile tomorrow night to recover and/or entertain the kids in the pool. A solid cleaning of the house and some touchup paint, and we're good to go. Friday, Chattanooga; Saturday, Roanoke; Sunday, Wilkes-Barre; and Monday, our new home -- Walden, NY. Unfortunately, we won't get cable hooked up until the following Thursday, so there may be some lag time here in the blog. I'll make an effort to fill the time with the painting of the new house.

So we're off -- two kids, two cats, and two slightly wild-eyed adults. Wish us luck, or at the very least, wish us a sense of humor and some quick-acting amnesia.

posted by Jennifer Morgan, at 9:07 PM