We’re in the process of a buying a house. I don’t want to speak too soon, but I’m not sure what else to speak about, because it’s consuming my entire brain. That and wondering where Baby Bop is. It’s a small condo, but she’s a small person and fits in the tiny space between the toilet and the sink. I know this because I found her there.
Everyone keeps asking me if I’m freaking out. I’m not. Maybe it would help if I were. I’m half getting ready to move and half still in disbelief that this might happen. During the past 2 weeks I’ve packed 8 boxes. There are 2 weeks left and about 30-40 more boxes to go, so you do the math.
I ordered a bunch of boxes from UHAUL. They have handles. At first I thought this was great, then Baby Bop managed to get her little arms through the handles into the taped up boxes and started pulling things out that I just packed. If at some point Baby Bop ends up in a box, I’m going to blame Garfield.
I’m trying to pack in some sort of organized fashion. As I drag things out of every nook and cranny, there are things I’m not sure what to do with. Streamers for my bike? Pack them. An unopened bottle of whiskey? Pack it? Open it? Girls Gone Wild VHS? Take a photo, text some people and wait.
Captain made a decision to hold onto this when he moved into the condo in 2009, so I doubt he’s going to want to part with it now. I ask him,
“Are we packing the Girls Gone Wild VHS?”
I tell a couple girlfriends. One responds,
“Oh I loved that series, that used to be on every week right?”
“No, it’s not a TV series, it’s women flashing people.”
“Oh no, I was thinking of 90210.”
I ask Captain if he minds me blogging about it. He says,
“Go for it. For some reason I’m not ashamed.”
“Maybe it’s cause there’s no way to watch it.”
And maybe when Baby Bop is old enough to ask about it, she’ll be so bored by the explanation of what a VHS is that we won’t have to explain anything else.
The packing continues.