First of all, I doubt anyone even noticed, but I went from blogging regularly 3 times a week to . . . pretty much not blogging at all again. What can I say? Life got busy (SO BUSY! SO much has happened this month! We traveled! We met new family members! Nathan learned to crawl and to pull up on things and cruise along furniture! We MOVED! More family came to visit! Any ONE of those things would have been enough to call it a busy month!) and I had to cut myself some slack so that I didn’t go insane. I’m glad I did that. I’m also bummed that I didn’t post as often as I wanted to. Oh well. Sometimes things don’t work out like you want them to, and I’m happy with the decision I made.
December is set to be less busy . . . for at least the first few weeks 
So during that time my job is to continue to unpack. My goal is that at least one box should be emptied a day, or a task of similar magnitude completed (e.g., if I don’t unpack a box, I’d better assemble and install something!) Nathan is also teething and going through a Wonder Week, so some days it feels like a pretty lofty goal!
I’ve decided that I definitely prefer unpacking to packing, but there’s no getting around the fact that having to do either just plain sucks. With unpacking, at least there is a tangible item to show for your work (an empty box, um, yay?) but with packing . . . no matter how many full boxes you have in front of you, when you turn around to see what is left, it seems like you haven’t even made a dent in it!
I was thinking about that when we were filling the moving truck, and suddenly realized that moving is like going to a restaurant and ordering pasta. You sit down and start eating . . . and eating . . . and eating . . . (and WHY do they always give you such an ENORMOUS serving? Who really eats THAT MANY NOODLES in one sitting?) and by the time you’re full you look at the plate and it doesn’t look like you’ve eaten anything at all! Such a full belly, and nothing to show for it! We’d fill the truck up, the boys would leave to empty it at the new house, and I’d turn around to see . . . a house that was STILL FILLED WITH STUFF! Didn’t we just put everything in the truck? How was there still more STUFF? (Especially because we’d done a pretty remarkable job of paring down all of our excess stuff during previous moves. This wasn’t even EXTRANEOUS stuff, this was daily living stuff!)
(In case anyone was wondering, it took 3 trips with the moving van and multiple trips with the cars to finish moving ALL of the stuff. And that stupid pasta feeling continued up until the very last car trip).
At this point, we really do have an awful lot of stuff unpacked. My clothes are (mostly) put away. The kitchen is (mostly) unpacked. The major appliances are (mostly) installed and in use. It’s far less common for someone to ask for an item, and for me to go running into the garage to unbury it. We still have a lot of storage and organization items to purchase (why is there no coat closet anywhere? And why did I not realize that the third bedroom didn’t have a closet in it at all? Where do I put Nathan’s coats?) but things are starting to pull together nicely.
All the same, I’m just plain over it. So now what I’d like to know is – what is the moving equivalent of getting a doggy bag? Because I’m all full up on moving, and would really just like to take the rest to go
