I say pack and clean, but I mean think about packing and cleaning

Thursday evening, we went to our new house and started the cleanup process. It is almost overwhelmingly huge. But! Just like eating an elephant, we have to start one bite at a time. We also discovered some “interesting” carpentry work. I’ll just leave it at that for now, and suggest that maybe whomever did the most recent work on that place had a less than average IQ and an inordinate compulsion to be frugal, regardless of how it actually looks.

All the small details are starting to fall into place. Only problem is, there’s so many of them. The girls are being troopers though, most of the time. I am also married to the most amazing man on the entire planet. Don’t even bother arguing with me, for I know it to be true. Even if he is annoyingly right most of the time, he *did* buy me a house I really really wanted. A LOT.

So now we technically have three places to shuffle our goods around in, and three places to clean.

- the apartment, which needs moving out of and post-move clean-up
- the green house. Ditto. But leave enough for someone to stay there on weekends and finish renovations. Post-move cleanup AND ongoing cleanup.
- the red house. Clean up. Move in. More clean up.

Really, I’m trying to be interesting and maybe even funny, but the well is getting dry here. I’m at the edge of the “seeing the funny in it all” part and looking closely at the “this is the PERFECT time to panic” part. (Bonus points if you get the panic reference.)

I took videos last night too, so maybe that will assuage your need. One needs shrinking, one is being uploaded as we speak. Er, I mean as I type, which by the time you actually read this, may be finished. Who knows? It’s the magic of the internet tubes.