I was busy filling boxes the other day, and Rob remarked that I was not writing on the outside of the box what it contained. Well, let’s see. A swimsuit, a few CDs, a few books, some knicknacks, a few toys, some art supplies, etc. The list would take too long to write….
If you know me, you know I tend to keep all our stuff fairly well organized. I admit I have a few spots in the house that are not perfectly in order, but over all, order rules here. So why I am such a mess packing?
My mom likes to relate a story of when we moved when I was very young, maybe four? I had one big wardrobe box and threw all my clothes, toys, school papers, etc right into the box. When the box was unpacked, a dead mouse was found at the bottom. Did I pack a daed mouse? Did a mouse think the box might be a nice place to live and then get crushed by the weight of my miscellaneous belongings?
While I have a history of not packing moving boxes very well, let’s hope that this time there will be no dead rodents. If there are any, we’ll just blame the cats.
