little boxes, made of ticky-tacky
Busy busy weekend. Dave had declared that he wanted Saturday to be See No One day and for us to just knuckle down and get on with sorting out the house, since we’ve been there 4 weeks now. I’d thought we’d done really well, the main rooms were all organised (except for the study) and the boxes were stacked neatly in rooms we didn’t really need, and we could cook and find clothes, so we must be about halfway through unpacking, right? So I went round and counted all the boxes still there and there were… 56. And we started with 74. So we’d only done 18 boxes. Eighteen boxes, and we could mostly function? What the heck is in all the others?
Well, there were 15 boxes of books (they are little boxes, honest), and Dave’s old study took 10 medium boxes to pack up, and I’m pretty sure mine was about the same, so that’s what, 35 present and accounted for. And there were probably eight or so of assorted kitchen stuff, so that’s 43, so that only leaves, um, thirteen that I can’t guess to the contents. But I’m sure it’s all really important stuff!
Actually, I’m hoping to cull a lot of it. I have a lot of STUFF that I don’t really need, but is really hard to let go of. I tried to declutter my study when I was packing but apart from dropping a couple of old programming textbooks into the recycling (I’m pretty sure NO ONE wants to know about coding in Pascal anymore), I didn’t really manage anything. But! Now we have to share one study instead of having one each, so I’m expecting that unpacking will go more like, “okay where does this thing go? Bugger it, it’s too hard, let’s just put it in this bin bag instead.” And don’t even mention possibly ebaying the things I don’t want, I’m sure there’s a whole subset of crap already in this category in those boxes.
Anyway, so I managed to unpack about five or six boxes of kitchen stuff, and I found places for it all, and it looks lovely! I love a well-stocked kitchen. There’s still a couple of boxes to go but they’re all about half done already as we needed things so they shouldn’t take too long. Next weekend we’ll tackle the debacle which is the pantry and then it will be DONE and BEAUTIFUL and I’ll spend my time opening cupboard doors and marvelling at the sparkly innards, until I mess it all up again in about a month.
Dave was busy too, he started putting together our study and dragged everything out of the front little bedroom, which we’ll be using as the nursery. Which is brilliant, except he dumped every single box into the spare room, and now I can’t get in to reach anything, like towels, or bedlinen, that I’d dumped on the spare bed until I got around to sorting out the linen cupboard. But that’s all part of the plan, apparantly, and at least now we can see the nursery, which is good because we really should get a move on with painting it and working out what the heck we need to buy for this baby, because I’ve been told giving birth is not something I can procrastinate on.
But, the kitchen! Have I mentioned how lovely it all looks, all organised and nice? And I can now walk into the games room as well, and see actual floor! Ah, it feels really nice. All I want to do now is get on and sort out the other boxes, bugger this going to work and sleeping and stuff.