Sunday afternoon in the suburbs

9 Mar

So it stopped raining here AND the sun came out.

Okay, it hasn’t been raining forever, it just seemed like it.  Yesterday it just came down steadily in a way that made locals go “Really rain?  REALLY?”

But now it’s clear and dry.  So the husband decided to make teenager lives a bit miserable with a sudden burst of yard work, taking the tallest one with him into the garage to sort through things.

This is where we realized that while we look like we’re unpacked from the move…we really just shoved the rest of the boxes that needed serious sorting out in the garage.


This is where time and space and math fails me.  Because we moved from a 1500 square foot house with no basement, no garage, one closet and one tiny box room to a 1900 square foot house with big bedroom closets and a two car garage…and somehow we have too much stuff to put in the house?  Did this stuff mate while on the long voyage from Dublin to Seattle?  Who knows?  Right now I’m torn between “Oh look! My stuff!” and “Just burn it all!”, and I know I have more Sorting of the Boxes to do in my future.

Then again, Maura’s watching “Dinosaur Train” so maybe this isn’t such a bad thing to be doing…



3 Responses to “Sunday afternoon in the suburbs”

  1. Owls and Orchids March 9, 2014 at 8:13 pm #

    The boxes breed, the contents breed and the things you really want go missing. Be afraid! Be very afraid! Take it from someone who has moved too often 😲 Susan

  2. Amanda March 9, 2014 at 10:28 pm #

    I have very mixed emotions about unpacked boxes. On one hand, it’s a great opportunity to get stuff out of your life; if you haven’t missed it in the last year, odds are good you will never will. Just throw them in the car and take them to the dump or to Goodwill. On the other, getting the last box unpacked guaranties you’ll be moving again almost immediately. I thought it was silly too – until it happened to me. Twice!

  3. Renee Anne March 10, 2014 at 11:18 am #

    We’ve been in our house for a little over a year now (after living in a 1000 sq. ft. apartment with the largest off-site storage unit we could find that was filled from top to bottom)…I’m still not 100% finished. I still need to go through things and get rid of things and move things and it just never ends.

    When I was a kid, we moved from one house to another (I was 12 at the time) and my mom found a box that she had packed when she moved from her parents’ house to my dad’s (when they got married in 1969), and it stayed packed from that move to when my mom and I moved (when my parents divorced in 1983) and until the next move in 1992 (the move mentioned above). She found things she thought she had long lost…like her original Troll doll.

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