The let down

My fans (OK sister) are rumbling on facebook saying I need a new post. Here is the thing, I got all done with the cheery yellow kitchen and dining and turned around to see how the rest of the house was taking care of itself while Xena and I were off saving our corner of the world.

Turns out the rest of the house had revolted.

Laundry and kitchen floors and vacuuming and oh, do I dare mention the boxes. Yeah I still have several hundreds of those left.

And I deflated. I can't do this! I just want to sit in my cool retro kitchen chair and watch the birds fly in and out of the bird feeders we just filled. I want to cook in my bigger kitchen and clean it up and then take a load off. I want it all to be done.

My room is probably the next task to undertake. But it is very discouraging. We went from a walk in closet to a wall of bi-fold doors. I have a serious collection of handbags that take up 2 boxes in our room and no where to put a single one. A whole wall of closet doors limits where the bed, dresser and super cool floating shelves, and rows of iron hooks get to rest. Bi-fold doors mean my closet shoe rack has no where to get hung ergo, no shoes have homes either. Except in the boxes they currently reside.

And when JaDee started opening and dumping boxes I went ballistic. He was dumping things on the bed. I hate things on the bed because they end up on the floor at bed time. And since there are no homes for the things coming out of the boxes, there is no point emptying them until I figure this out.

But when I saw that one of the boxes contained a humidifier, a couple of lids to totes, an old pair of running shoes, and MY MEMORY BOX OF WEDDING CARDS FROM THE BASEMENT, I really lost it.

This is not the first box of the most random things I have run into. The first was in the kitchen when I opened a box containing my food dehydrator, juicer and a purse my great grandmother crocheted when I was 3. What???

See the movers had to re-box all of the boxes from the storage room for liability purposes. Well over the last year and a half, I finally conquered the memorabilia boxes downstairs. I went through everything from childhood, high school, mission (JaDee), college, wedding and babies and put it in its place. Meticulously labelled, sorted and stored everything that held an inkling of sentimentality.

I even went through and purged and sorted bins and bins of baby clothes, cards, papers, files etc and was very organized when the movers got to our house in Perry. I thought that when packing it all up, they would simply open an empty box and repack all of the items in my boxes together into that new box and ship it on its way. I am fast finding out that this is definitely not the case.

I can't even begin to tell you how depressed this makes me feel. I anticipated my lack of storage and made it easy for me to theoretically open a box, see it was full of stuff from say, Argentina (JaDee's mission), and promptly place it in the storage loft in our garage. This is not turning out to be the case. All my work and stress those weeks before the move to make sure each baby had a box with their blanket, blessing dress, baby book, favorite toy is now scattered to the winds with my crock pot, camping gear, and Christmas ornaments. I do not have a basement do sort this in or even a room big enough to start making piles.

I can tell you this much though. It is making me see if I really need to keep that JV Volleyball trophy for Most Improved Player. And a box of T-shirts from various vacation spots, really do I need this when I have the pictures? And do I need to buy another one when I know now that it just gets lugged around?

But I do want the purse my great grandma made for me and it had a home next to a bundle of letters from my Grandmother Campbell, who died when I was 15. And my music box my mom got me with a ballerina on it. Both of those are who knows where now.

However, when I do find them, and label their boxes AGAIN, I will be adding big black X's to the sides of the box. These will be the boxes that I will drive back to Utah down the Al-Can Highway my self if I have to, in order to keep those grubby movers out of my stuff again!

....in 1020 days, in case you lost track...