If you have Advil, please send it.
Because we have about four weeks until our actual move date, I'm currently in the throes of sorting. I'm cleaning out every drawer, every closet, every box with the hopes that we won't pay to move something we don't use or need. (Which quickly leads to the next stage -- eBaying and Craig's Listing and Salvation Army-ing.)
I'm in my element here, because I love sorting and organizing. I think I got some sort of Martha Stewart gene when it comes to this sort of stuff.
Plus, the process isn't as painful as you'd imagine, since I've been sorting on some level ever since we moved here four years ago. This is the longest we've ever been in one house, which gave me a chance to really unpack every box for the first time in years to ascertain what was inside.
So. Let's say I'm currently in the final stage of sorting -- the master sort, if you will.
Today, I started cleaning out my office. (Correction: This morning I started cleaning out my office. Before I had fed my children breakfast. Before I had taken a shower. It's really a sickness. I wanted to make that part clear here; confess my sins and all that.) On top of a small cabinet which stores family photos and scrapbooking paraphernalia, I found two metal boxes from Ikea. With labels. One reportedly contains "stationary," the other stores "paper."
The stationary box held true stationary. I tossed a few packs of note cards that may have been printed when Ronald Regan was in office, but otherwise, it was a quick sort.
The paper box? Well, it held all sorts of beautiful note pads I had forgotten I about. (I'm a Writer, therefore, I get a lot of Writing Implements for various holidays and birthdays.) It also contained remnants of sticky pads, most from my college days.
I quickly recognized why I had saved them lo this many years. Because they are so funny.
Take, for example, this one.
Or consider the wisdom in having a dog follow you around, because inspiration could strike at any moment. (Funny how having kids follow you around doesn't always lead to inspiration. At least, not in the Phil. 4:8 sense.)
Or how about this one? My favorite.
You never know what you're going to find when you delve into a box in my house. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to hunt more treasure.
Plus, I need to check my eBay listings.
