Painting and Packing and Panicking...Oh My!!

I was having a conversation with my boss last Thursday, and I mentioned that we were officially moving on the 22nd of this month.

She said, "So, next weekend?"

I responded, "No, the 22nd."

Again, "So, next weekend."

I truly almost started crying right there in the middle of my store! We are moving NEXT weekend!! I promptly took two days off next week, so as to keep my head from completely exploding!


Thanks to my mother, the kitchen is almost entirely packed and the bathrooms are done. We have three rooms painted, none of which are the kitchen, which has become the mother of all painting nightmares!

I'm not sure Brad and I knew all that we were biting off when we decided to paint every room in the house!

I'm realizing that this house thing...it will never be done...not really. (Which is a bit scary for me...I don't do well in transition. I can get snappy...) We have an ever-growing list of things to do...not all big things...but things, none the less. In an attempt to be orderly, we have broken the list down into phases...phase 1 being the things that are to happen prior to move in. (i.e. paint...) Phase 2 consists of not such pressing items, like cleaning out the flower beds and landscaping in general. Then there are things like replacing the bathroom door with one that actually fits the door frame, closes without any gaping, and provides a greater sense of privacy. We have a teetering of phases with this one...seeing as bathroom privacy is an important feature in a home, especially when you hope to have guests over quite frequently...as we do.

And then, you have a total jumping of phases. We were at Restoration Hardware this afternoon (a place that is rapidly growing closer to my heart!) and we found these lovely drawer pulls that are on sale from $10 each to $3 each. The chest of drawers we have been wanting to redo has leapt from phase 3 to phase 1 in a matter of seconds!

It's all very confusing...I feel myself making lists of lists. And then I get very, very tired...

And then there's a moment...like the one I had not too long ago. I looked out of the window and saw my porch and my street, and Ray LaMontagne was singing to me from the other room....and suddenly, everything was right in the world...

And then I just smile and breathe...