A sea of cardboard
posted in Uncategorized |Our house is mired in boxes. Boxes flood the living room. Boxes make the office a (dusty and sneezy) maze. Boxes sit proudly in the middle of the kitchen.
The cupboards are bare.
The dotter’s room features an ungodly number of boxes labeled “toys”. I foresee a severe pruning once we get into another house. Yes, it could have been done beforehand. If we hadn’t had folks visiting the first weekend after we learned…if we hadn’t needed to fix up and paint the bathrooms and the kitchen and the hallway…if we had only had some more time.
The cats are upset. The dawg is upset.
Last night, we asked the dotter to pick out two stuffed animals to take with us, at which point it became apparent that there was either an inability to understand the concept of “six weeks without our stuff” or a determined reluctance to believe it. OmegaDad and I sat on our bed with a dotter snuggled with her head pushed into my chest and explained–again–the whole concept of “moving”. Oh, she gets it, but she doesn’t want to get it.
OmegaDad’s crew threw him a goodbye lunch yesterday. My crew threw me a goodbye lunch today. I have yet another goodbye lunch at the local sushi joint with my supervisor tomorrow. My supervisor has been joking about “the tundra” and igloos and Northern Exposure.
We located my passport and OmegaDad’s, but not the dotter’s. However, I did find a fairly official looking Adoption Agreement with English translation, and have known (all along) where our official red-bound document with pics and seals is. These documents go with me (except, of course, OmegaDad’s passport).
The big moving truck with “Alaska Thru Traffic” or some such specialized ad slogan on it will be loaded tomorrow.
We’re really moving.
Really.
OMG.
