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
MaggieDecember 7, 2012 at 8:55 am
Do you realize how much this procrastination is stressing out your Type A readers? Why don’t you just let us come over and pack FOR you?
whoorlDecember 7, 2012 at 9:02 am
Hahaaaaa, I promise that I am the most Type A/borderline OCD person you will ever meet, but I thrive under pressure when it comes to things like packing. Never fear, though! I FEEL THE PRESSURE NOW. AM PACKING THIS MINUTE. It will be done and be beautifully organized by room/purpose for the movers tommorrow morning. (Fingers crossed.)
berlin hair babyDecember 7, 2012 at 9:03 am
i loved this post and I was totally in your shoes last year when we moved stateside! hire someone :-)
MarthaDecember 7, 2012 at 9:32 am
This is pretty much the story of my life right now, except replace packing with “write a master’s thesis”.
erin cooperDecember 7, 2012 at 9:58 am
You are so bananas. Also — I’m procrastinating right now too. I should be working and now I’m reading AND commenting on your procrastination.
sarahDecember 7, 2012 at 10:53 am
“Check every existing online account in my name.”
Yeah, that’s why “balancing my checkbook” turns into spreadsheets, graphs, wine, comfy clothes…
DianaDecember 7, 2012 at 11:19 am
This is exactly like everything I do in life. Good luck today.
Torrie @ a place to share...December 7, 2012 at 11:43 am
i can SO relate with your “getting-things-done” approach/techniques(?).
Alice Q. FoodieDecember 7, 2012 at 12:36 pm
Oh man, this is totally going to be me next weekend. I keep saying I’m going to start packing, but in the meantime we have to live here, and my husband is a neat freak – so we can’t just tear the place apart. I have a feeling I’m going to be making a call to AmVets and just tell them to come get it all after about half a day.
whoorlDecember 7, 2012 at 2:08 pm
I so feel you! I think half off the local Goodwill’s current inventory is from our house.
Liv MooreDecember 7, 2012 at 2:29 pm
What a great post! Also, wanted to stop by and tell all parents about an awesome contest to win a $1,500 online shopping spree at Oscar De La Renta Childrenswear! Here is the link: http://www.elizabethstreetcontests.com/oscardelarenta/
Sonja von FranckDecember 7, 2012 at 2:39 pm
My heart is pounding. I thrive on pressure and procrastinate like a boss but, I can’t take it. You’re scaring me!!
Kristen HowertonDecember 7, 2012 at 2:43 pm
This is my life. Right now. Exactly. We need someone to come yell at us. Like a boot camp person for packing.
whoorlDecember 7, 2012 at 2:51 pm
I am reading and commenting on your comment right now. Not packing. WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE? A gun pointed at my head? 18 hours until go time.
Andrea @ Mama in the CityDecember 7, 2012 at 3:55 pm
This post is stressing me out!! I get the time change tired feeling…but how can you not have packed more boxes! I’d have exchange that wine for a big cup of java and packed and packed and packed. Oh well! Somehow it does ALL get done.
MichelleDecember 10, 2012 at 7:45 am
I love this post, especially “pack some more boxes because I’m feeling watched”. I just went through this about a week ago and I think my husband watching me was the only reason some things got packed! Hope you’re settling in!