Moving is hard work. Like, totally hard. I had forgotten all the craziness, despite our cross-country move only three and a half years ago. And we all know those people who move in, and within days their house looks like they've been there for years. All pictures hung, all knick knacks out, all boxes gone. I am not one of those people. I like to unpack one box. Then... take a nap. Then try another box, then maybe catch up on my blog reading for a couple hours. Another box, then read a book or two. Mix that with normal child rearing and occasional laundry, dishes, and cleaning and we're not exactly clipping along at a speedy rate here.
Here are the "during" shots, which certainly don't represent half way between before and after. More like worse than "before." But I took these early last week, so I swear things look better now. A bit. But at least I'll be giving a current excuse for my lack of...
personal hygiene posting entertaining visitors.
2 comments:
when I moved there were boxes that were never even opened and unpacked. It is such a ton of work--I love your pics of the house but do not envy your packing and unpacking.
Love the house! The kitchen reminds me of your parents' house growing up. There are going to be a lot of great memories made at the Carpenters'.
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