So. I need to pack. I am wayyyyyy behind schedule. What schedule? The one in my head. I am flexible. I have to be. I have to consciously choose to be. The alternative is an unhappy momma and wife and who wants that?
I finally took more packing accountability pics. I sort of don’t want to post them because it’s kind of embarrassing but on the other hand, it is what it is. I am only human. I like being human. I was just thinking as I hiked with the kids today, how glad I am I’m a human and not some sort of animal. We saw the evidence of various animals as we trekked through the monument. I am a creature of comfort. So my mind began envisioning where these animals slept, which animal poo was I looking at, whether the rain bothered them. I remember actually thinking about how glad I was I didn’t have to sleep in the desert, trudge through cactus searching for food and water or sleep on a rocky floor.
The pics I am going to post are of the school room. This has been a dumping ground and staging area as I have been sifting through things.
The next pictures are broken down by section. This is so I do not bite off more than I can chew when I have time to pack.
I guess my goal is to complete each section pictured here, one at a time, then post the after pics as I go.
The hubs called tonight and said he’d like the house completely packed by the end of this month. That gives me eight days. I feel like laughing hysterically. At least I do not feel like crying! I will do my best!
” Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, ” Philippians 2:14-15a