Whelp, we survived the move. And by "we," I mean "me." Because let's face it, it was never a question that the other three members of my household would be JUST FINE. Mostly because two of them are under 10 and would be fine so long as the Legos and the TV survived. And the other because he's moved a zillion times and does not have the anxiety about having everything you own NOT IN ITS RIGHTFUL PLACE.
I like things to have their places and to live there and have those places be labeled. Because I am crazy, I know this. I also have a tendency towards chaos so this is my way of reining that in somewhat.
But now that we've made a considerable dent in the boxes, now comes the organization of stuff. My favorite-slash-the-bain-of-my-existence. Right now the kids are pretty well sorted and have been since day one. There are a few more boxes of toys to put away and bins to acquire to put them into. Books have been shelved, save a few in the living room still looking for a place to live. My closet is put away, but not put together if you know what I mean. I have to reorganize that.
The cookbooks are put away, which makes my life much happier.
Oh but my office. My office. It's a mess.
This one is really driving me batty because in one of those boxes is my label maker. AND I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE. The stress. The STRESS! On one of my many many trips to the container store I very nearly picked up a new one. But I can't do that. I have a perfectly good one buried somewhere in that mess, goddamnit.
So meanwhile, look at the pretty wallpapers! Let's pretend this is all we see and there are no boxes anywhere. These were taken while the papers were going up.
Oh and let's not forget the basement stairs. I love them so much.