You know you’re moving when you wake your 16 month old son up at 11:00 pm to go to Walmart and gather up boxes to pack your stuff in.
You know you’re moving when you start throwing perfectly good towels, blankets or whatever other items into the pile of stuff to take to the Goodwill…just because you don’t feel like packing it.
You know you are moving when you have to wait until your son goes to sleep to pack up the toys he rarely, if ever, plays with. Because if he saw you packing up his toys…he would suddenly decide that those toys were his favorites. And that they must not be packed away.
You know you’re moving when you start piling up the clean laundry on the banister just because you don’t necessarily have to fold it up. I mean, you will be throwing it all in boxes and suitcases soon enough. Does it have to be hung up and put away?
You know you are moving when your bar becomes the thresh-hold and holding place for all of the junk that you can’t decide what to do with.
You know you are moving when you’re walls are a multitude of different colors….
And finally…if for no other reason…you know that you are moving when you find this in your sink.
Oh yes. That is a sock. In my sink.
Moving. Gotta love it.