We are in full-on Getting Ready To Move Mode. The ONE enjoyable part of moving is tossing all the junk one tends to accumulate in the course of living a life. And the stuff I get attached to is bizarre. Can I throw this out? Serge will ask. Nope. But why? It's a box of dirty, old shoes? Well what if they come back in style? Violet might want them. Violet ain't gonna want your dirty old... Ridiculous... Junky... His voice trails off as he returns the thirty pound box to the garage. What? I shout. WHAT? But he is too smart to respond.
I got rid of the shoes. And bags and bags of girl baby clothes although it broke my heart. I couldn't even go through the stuff because I knew I'd find excuses to keep damn near everything in all the bags. But if I have another kid it's going to be years away, well, not too many years, I'm no spring chicken - but long enough that it isn't worth lugging around eight Hefty bags of clothes. Hell, you don't need but five or six 0-3 month onesies for a newborn anyway. And the kid'll probably outgrow two of 'em before you pull off the tags. Babies never even wear half the shit they're given. You get all stoked about cute onesies and smart, little outfits that cost eight million bucks at Babies-R-Us and your kid ends up in the same onesie because it offers easiest access to the poopy diapers you're changing twelve times a day.
So we are shedding more items than Max & Milo shed dog hair and that is saying a lot. We want to be lean and mean when the moving truck rolls up in June. Speaking of moving trucks, we went back and forth forever before deciding that we're going to ship the car - it'll cost the same as gas would - and Serge will drive the moving truck while I drive our SUV. We are packing and loading the moving truck ourselves. And probably filing for divorce immediately thereafter. Then you can all smugly say We told you so!
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO SUCK IT'S GOING TO SUCK. Sorry. Did I say that out loud? So yeah. I guess that makes it option #1 from this post. Except we're shipping the car. It's going to be long, it's going to be insane, someone is going to throw tantrums and cry - the kids won't be easy either - but we'll git-r-done.
I had something to tell you! Shit! What was it? Really, I had something good to tell you and now I can't remember it. Aw, hell. I hate when that happens. If I think of it I'll let you know.
If you've got any tips or tricks for successful moving, be it packing or on the road, we'd sure appreciate any advice. Someone already advised detouring around Chicago which we duly noted and have implemented in our travel plan. Is there some sort of giant ball of yarn between Utah and Pennsylvania that we'd be remiss not to view in person?
Oh! I remember what I was going to tell you! I was checking Serge's email (we're expecting an important email - more on that later) and I found out he's a member of "The Civil War Book Club". Not only that but he signed up to get email notifications when someone posts in The Civil War Book Club forum. This is how he gets his kicks, y'all. And I thought I married a rock star.