What did I do this weekend? Oh yeah. Continue my herculean task of packing up to move! Goodness you would think someone who doesn't have much furniture wouldn't have much to pack. WRONG. Between all the mail I have accumulated and stashed, my daughters many paper stashes and just a ton of junk that I have no idea why I still have, it is going on 2 weeks of packing. Well there were those days where everyone slacked off and did nothing but that's not important. My house is a mess.
My house.
Yesterday I sat and cried because I could't believe I was leaving my house. My grandmother and I picked out everything for this house from the doorknobs to the carpet pad. I hate it. I moved to Texas because my grandmother had the desire to go. I liken our story to Ruth and Naomi, my granny, the widower and I the single young woman at the time who would follow my Ruth anywhere.
Now enter my Boaz. This is where the story is quite different. I wont get into that but my Boaz better known as my sudd-muffin doesn't like to pack.
I on the other hand am systematic about everything.
I say go room by room, he says, dump everything in the middle of the room and will sort it out. Then he dumps all of his clothes into a box. ????? I guess I shouldn't complain too much - he is helping. But still there needs to be a system right?? Right?
I say go room by room, he says, dump everything in the middle of the room and will sort it out. Then he dumps all of his clothes into a box. ????? I guess I shouldn't complain too much - he is helping. But still there needs to be a system right?? Right?
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