MISSION: (SOMETIMES SEEMS)IMPOSSIBLE
Now we're getting somewhere. My mom and dad showed up and started cracking the whip. They got this show on the road, laid down the law, took the reins.
It's great fun to have them here, we've already laughed a lot and we are hoping to be in the house before they're gone-it's our mission.
Dunt, dunt, dun-nit, dunt, dunt, dun-nit, nninninni...Here is your mission should you choose to accept it. You will efficiently and cheerfully continue cleaning your new house, and get all of your possessions transferred from their immediate location to a new and better, more orderly position. You will do this in the next 48 hours. Your accomplices will be Kenneth, the menace; Tricky Vicki, a slick chick; Mr. Clean, head of intelligence; the Three Stooges. These agents are well-trained in their fields, and most of them are potty-trained. This message will self-destruct in ten seconds...
Eliana wasn't quite sure what to think of this mess...but we worked hard to get it into some sort of order.
Things are always more interesting when they are in a strange spot than when they are in their normal place...
Dinner and relaxing after a long day of packing...
Before...
Here is what the space looked like after the big packing extravaganza.
Sassy, isn't she?
We are excited about any progress we make, so this is good stuff!
Reader Comments (4)
What a blessing to have family willing and able to come help you tackle the move! It looks like you got a lot accomplished.
Ugh. I hate packing. Any time I think I might want to move, I make myself think about packing all of this stuff up and decide we're not ever moving until I can afford to pay someone to do it.
Which means never.
Mindee, the change is what gets me...change is hard. Figuring out where this stuff is going to go now is making my brain hurt.
Your James Bond REALLY made me laugh! You are so funny! I will be praying for you all on your move. It is so nice that your parents came down to help you! They are awesome.