Whoorl’s Packing Adventure
Thursday, December 6th
5:30 a.m. – Wake up. Still on East Coast time. Shower off the previous day’s airplane muck since I was too exhausted when I arrived home late.
5:45 a.m. – Chat with D for 5 minutes before he leaves for the new house to meet the contractor. He confirms that indeed the movers are arriving in 48 hours.
6:00 a.m. – Unpack toiletries from luggage. Just toiletries, though. Leave the rest in there. Might as well.
6:15 a.m. – Check Facebook. Twitter. Return emails.
6:45 a.m. – Too excited to wait any longer to see the kiddos. Stand outside their door, waiting to hear any sign of life. Wita coos.
6:46 a.m. – Bust in the room. Do a happy dance. We all jump for joy. Mommy’s home. Give them their presents. A Yoshi Remote Control Go Kart for Wito, and Wita’s first Barbie. (I bought Disney Princess Ballet Belle because she wears yellow, Wita’s favorite color. I probably should have bought her the regular princess dress Belle, but have you seen how much glitter is on those princess dresses? HELL TO THE NO ON THAT.)
7:00 a.m. – Make lunches for school. Get kids ready. Catch up on their week so far.
8:00 a.m. – Leave for school drop off. Drive straight home because it’s time to pack. For reals this time. NO MORE PROCRASTINATING.
9:00 a.m. – Eat some trail mix. Check Facebook. Check Twitter. Return emails. Organize inbox. Call my mom.
10:00 a.m. – Think about packing. Maybe I’ll start in the kitchen? Maybe I should tidy up the bedroom first? Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.
10:30 a.m. – You know, my body is still on EST. I should eat lunch. Sounds like a good day for In-n-Out. It will be a quick trip.
10:45 a.m. – Drive to In-n-Out.
11:10 a.m. – Return home. Eat lunch. Think about packing. It’s time to get serious. I have to leave in 3 hours to get the kids and THIS IS IT. Get crackin’, Sarah!
11:30 a.m. – Pack three boxes in the kitchen.
12:00 p.m. – Check Facebook. Check Twitter. Return a few emails.
12:20 p.m. – Freak out when I remember a realtor is showing the house at 2:30pm and it’s a wreck. (Of course it is. I’ve been gone for three days, remember?) Proceed to lightly clean entire house.
1:20 p.m. – You know what needs organizing? My purse. Clean it out – go through receipts. Call my mom. Watch a stop-motion Super Mario video on You Tube.
1:40 p.m. – It would probably be a good idea to run some errands before picking up the kids. I need to take care of some REALLY pressing issues like dropping off a package at the post office and returning a library book that is due in two weeks.
1:45 p.m. – Pack one box. (That makes a grand total of three if you’re counting.) Leave house. Run errands.
3:15 p.m. – Return from errands and school pickup. Feed kids snacks. Hang out. Make a few lists. Call my dad.
4:00 p.m. – Pack four boxes in the kitchen. Exhausting.
4:30 p.m. – Play a Thomas the Train/Barbie Belle/Super Mario Kart mash up with the kids. (This is the ULTIMATE display of procrastination, as I am just not a ‘get on the floor and play with the kids’ type.)
5:00 p.m. – Make dinner. Text D to bring home wine.
6:00 p.m. – D arrives. Looks a little confused since the house essentially looks like it did when he left at 6 in the morning. Crack open the wine. Drink wine.
6:30 p.m. – Pack a few more boxes because I’m feeling watched.
7:00 p.m. – Dance party with the kids. The Black Keys. Air guitar. Get them ready for bed.
7:30 p.m. – Kids down. Pull the time change card again. It’s 10:30 in New York! I’m exhausted! I need to sleep!
8:00 p.m. – Facebook. Twitter. Return a few emails. Oh, a sale at Madewell.com! Hmmm, did I ever receive credit for that return? Check credit card account. Check every existing online account in my name.
8:45 p.m. – Stare at the ceiling.
9:00 p.m. – Lights out. There’s always tomorrow. Maybe I’ll feel the pressure then.
WHOORL’S PACKING ADVENTURE TALLY AS OF FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7th, 7:30 AM:
Approximately 18 boxes packed
Approximately 12,568 boxes not packed
24 hours until movers arrive
**PANIC**
