Sunday, June 8, 2008

The newest olympic sport: PACKING!

anyone who has ever moved has experienced the unmitigated hell that is packing for the move!
.....BUT, you until you add a 4 yr old to the mix of stress and boxes, only then can you truly understand "the inferno" as described by dante!

first off, we are buying a house (our first home) and even through all the whining this is truly a blessing. (now that the disclaimer is out of the way, ... back to the rant)

5 years ago the wife and i were in real bad shape financially, living in a pay by the week trailer, and selling our frigging BOOKS to make ends meet. i mean not ramen poor... but generic baloney and outlet store bread poor!

fast forward to 2008!

when we moved into our apartment 4 1/2 years ago we moved pretty much everything in the backseat of a 1981 monte carlo. today as im apacking our stuff in preparation for the upcoming move, it finally struck me how much STUFF we have accumulated in the last 4 years.

and seriously folks, i don't want to go into how much of it is USELESS CRAP that i never even look at, let alone use!
i opened the bedroom closet to get stuff out of there and pack it up, and got smakced in the face by a newspaper from 2004! i found clothes that i forgot i have have never worn (and seeing as that was 3-4 belt notches ago, probably never will wear em).

jr's closet.... well lets just say i found where the legions of plastic straws have been going!

so i'm packing all my books up in my bedroom (quite oblivious to the world) and all of a sudden this cold chill grips my spine. so i go out to the hallway to see what exactly has gotten my "spidey sense" tingling, and what do i see?

the last 45 minutes or so worth of paperbacks that i have been packing away neatly into boxes, have magically re-formed into a fortress blocking the hallway.

this thing is so solid, i could probably patrol the ramparts myself... 2 feet thick and 3 /12 feet high.

jr stands back... puts one hand on his hip, thrust the other hand towards me palm upwards (with a sweeping wave towards his bastion of solitude) and says "LOOK DADDY" "MY CASTLE"

45 minutes worth of work demolished and rebuilt in 5 minutes........ anyone need a general contractor? the mutant works cheap and fast!

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