All packed up
Our first floor is all packed up and has been temporarily deposited in either the garage or the basement. I'm somewhat surprised we ("we" being mostly Dave) managed to get it done. As a couple, we have come to terms with our mutual tendency to procrastinate and have figured out ways to trick ourselves into action. Both Saturday and Sunday at 5PM we had dinner plans which gave us all the incentive we needed to get things done during the day. If we hadn't had those deadlines, we'd still be screwing around trying to pack stuff up. Fortunately Saturday's was at someone's else's house because it was the day we did most of the actual packing and man were we desperate for a change of scene, especially a scene that involved a house that wasn't in complete disarray. Not only were we treated to a lovely dinner, but we got to enjoy the company of a very cool little girl and her equally cool parents.
Early on Sunday we hit the point in packing where you think you're not ever going to finish unless some of the stuff starts disappearing from your view. Dave called up a friend whose family came over and helped to move most of the heavy furniture out. It perked us up considerably. At 5PM a couple of other friends came over with their kids and helped with both the final push and with mac and cheese and hamburger/hot dog/kielbasa (and cupcake, can't forget the cupcakes) consumption. Henry was thrilled to see his friends because with the exception of those three hours yesterday evening, Sunday can probably be chocked up as one of the most boring days of his life thus far. Things will be looking up for him this week though because we're moving into Megan's house as soon as the sanders hit the floor. I mentioned to Henry yesterday that we were going to be spending a few nights with her and so when we arrived at her house today to hang out and beg lunch off of her, Henry asked if we were going to be staying for a "very long visit starting right now". She should be very afraid.
Also, because I'm an awesome parent and the one who reigns me in isn't home right now, I'm pretty sure Henry and I just had snickerdoodles for dinner. Perfect fare for one who has gestational diabetes. Not feeling guilty in the least.