So, I finally gave in yesterday after lunch I decided to go home and rest. The blizzard just kept going and sadly the trains home, did not. Just my luck. I got home after a never ending journey of waiting, freezing, did I mention it is 10 F (-12 celcius) outside and a storm so I felt like finding a dead animal I could gut and crawl inside to find heat. #starwars #dicaprio
I did not find any animal so I had to freeze until I got home. Gotta love public transportion in Sweden…
So I got home and after digging my way thru the glaciar that was once my driveway and I realized that no car could park here. The town is’nt big enoug for both of us. One had to go and it was not me. So with a fever in my body I would have attacked this dispickable natural disaster called Snow with some sucsess, if not my darling children had played with the shovel somewhere outside before they left home for a week. The shovel was gone after all so I took a spade and started working. I felt like I was digging myself out of Alcatraz with a plastic disposable spoon… needless to say I gave up and went in to slip in to something More comfortable.
Don’t how it always is that as soon as I get sick, I age 45 years and I end up looking like I just got lost from a nursing home. My face melts in to a sad mess, my hair is a disaster and my clothes are just so sad. But comfort is key while in bed right?
I can not be the only one?
I am the boxer… I am boxing everything in sight. Luckily my kids have managed to stay out of being boxed in but we´ll se about that. The house is a freaking mess and it is really getting on my nerves. But trying to see things on the bright side, I don´t have to clean this house after the move. A cleaning company is doing that for us. Thank you very much!
All the boxes upstairs are color coded so that we know what goes where but all the boxes in the downstairs room is not color coordinated yet so that is my job today after I finish up my schoolwork for today.
Can you belive there is a window back there? This room is filled to the brink soon and so is my patiens. I am so glad the new house have so much storage room we can put all boxes in there so we don’t have to have boxes all over the place while unpacking.
Since we are finally on the last week in the old house I felt it ok to bag all my clothing on hangers. Why waste boxes on things you can move from one rack to another?
Hm… I see a disturbing lack of pink in my wardrobe. I´ll have to fix that when spring comes.
Good morning lovelies! Monays are one of my favourite days. Why? Routines maybe. However there is a serious lack of routines when you are less than 2 weeks from moving houses. The house is a mess and it drives me crazy.
Went to Lidl to pick up some boxes to pack in since we are using a lot more boxes than we planned. Shocker right?! 😛
I also pack everything in the way I want them to be in the new house i.e not just shoving things in to boxes, but planning what goes in what box and what room the box is going in. I color code all the boxes so that come movingday, it is going to be easier knowing what goes where and what is in the boxes.
That also includes not packing any clothes or seasonal clothing that is dirty. So I am currently washing the kids rainsets so I can pack them as I am trying to get some studying done too. Busy bee here!
And I finally got myself a new hat. My darling daughter borrowed the one I decided to buy after years of trying to justify the price. And now it is nowhere to be found. Unless it shows up while moving, I guess I am not the only one who wanted that beanie… It really ticks me off when the childrens clothes get stolen in school. It would not be the first time. Last year my sons winter jacket got stolen and I got furious! How can a parent not notice if their kids come home with a “new” jacket or any kind of clothing labeled with another childs name and phonenumber? And if they do notice, why will they keep it and not bring it back? Any good answers to that?
My daughter and her friends got in the habit of borroing eachothers shoes and jackets after school and I quickly put an end to that since it is a conflict bound to happend. So did I notice her “new” shoes? Yes! Did we return them and got hers back? Heck yes… ok, getting sidetracked here… I really like my new one. Lets hope I get to keep it.
Behold the mess… And yes… the tree is still up.
Never move dirty clothes. The last thing you want is to start of washing everything in your new house.