Ho-ho-hum

The dishwasher is humming along, the counters are wiped and everything is put away in the kitchen. Pictures finally adorn the wall that stretches from the living room to the dining room, while another set of them lie scattered on the table waiting for their new place of honor. The only boxes left in the garage are filled with Christmas decor, waiting until we get a ladder so they can be stored up in the attic. At few boxes are still sitting in corners of rooms, filled with odds and ends that require a little extra thought and effort to put away. My little home office is piled with stacks of...stuff, but I need more shelves before I can organize things more in here. For now I just try not to knock over the precariously balanced papers and books.

We've been here for two weeks and it's beginning to feel like home. I think I'll throw a party when I get the last box unpacked because I hate having things still floating without a place to call its own. Right now I feel like I spend one day unpacking and one day cleaning in a never-ending cycle. Yesterday I cleaned and did laundry. Today I unpacked and the housework piled up so that tomorrow I'll have to spend the day doing floors (how do they get so dirty so fast?!), cleaning bathrooms, and polishing the kitchen with its million different cleaners. But it will look awesome when I'm done and I can bask in the shiny glory that is my kitchen. Then Thursday, I can get back to unpacking those last few boxes and maybe I'll get done this week and give away all those boxes on craigslist.

Anyone need a stack of boxes? I'll set them out for you. Just please take them away and never bring them back because I am done with moving.