More of the Same Chaos

A thousand excuses come to mind, not one of them worth much. It's a busy time.

My days are filled with the same joys, challenges, and duties as usual and my precious evening hours are spent cleaning the cellar and packing boxes. Tape, permanent markers, and a certain clipboard are my companions as I track the fate of everything we own. A baseball cap, jeans, a work shirt and rubber gloves are my uniform late at night as I separate the good cardboard boxes from the moldy ones and sweep up little piles of basement filth.

My poor husband's office is being slowly overtaken by piles of long-term storage items as we fill it with non-essentials to which we are sentimentally attached. Skis. Half of the children's storybooks. Living room decor. The Egyptian hassock. Items from Deseret Book. Fabric. Still to do: add more cd's to my iTunes library so I don't have to take them. Clean out the bathroom closet. Pack the craft room. Et cetera.

The first potential renters came today to see the house and it went well. They are looking at a few places, but I think they liked it here. They have an almost-3 boy and a new baby boy and will be renting for a year while they are looking for a place to buy. One of them is a doctor and will be working at the local hospital. I do hope it works out... one less thing to lay awake at night thinking about. Next week, Q will be driving a car down to VA to see the house we hope to rent there- the one my sister's family is moving out of in Arlington. He will visit the school, his bosses at the State Department, and take a small load of items with him on the assumption that this house will be the one.

And so I continue my double-life: by day I'm an unassuming Super Mom but by night I become a ruthless sorter, a packing master-mind, and a terrifying cleaner. I strike fear into the hearts of spiders, dust, and empty boxes everywhere! (Insert dramatic super-hero music) Beware!