unpack or toss?

You want to see my definition of pure torture?

Wow!You're such a good sport!

okay then, follow me.

Welcome to the "infernal regions" of my lovely home.

My place of torment.
My personal nether world, my Hades, my Tartarus,

yeah, you get the idea.

The Hubby has "asked" me to work on unpacking some of these boxes this week.

I cringed, and not just because he told me what to do, he did ask nicely.

Really, what am I gonna do with all this stuff?

I'm thinking that life is pretty comfortable upstairs.
We could just shut the door and pretend we don't have a basement.

There are people all over the USA who don't have basements.

We didn't have one when we lived in South Carolina.

What did we do without a basement?

The only thing I remember hating was pretending to be safe in a bathtub during a tornado warning. Yeah, like that's gonna save ya when your house is blown into a thousand tiny pieces.

Did we really accumulate this much junk over the last 7 years?

I know the kids want it finished off.

They want a place to escape with their friends from us lame parents.

I'm sure they would like something like this.

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or like this

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We've lived here for a couple months now.

If we haven't needed it by now, do we really need it at all?

I could just call Goodwill and ask them to take it all away.

There's not really much of my stuff down there anyways.

It's mostly Hubby's (really! I know you don't believe me!)

He's such a pack rat, but only when it comes to his stuff.

He seems to have no issues at all throwing away my "keepsakes", especially if they had anything to do with "my past"

Here's where we kept Nae Nae slept while she was home

No wonder she doesn't like to come home very often.

...that's all I'm gonna say about that.

I'll just begin by apologizing to all my articulate friends who are writers, English majors, amazing bloggers, ect....

We made our final trip back to Kalamazoo to empty the condo and came back with a full U-Haul.

At least now everything we own is under one roof instead of three.




All I can say is UGHHHH!!!

boxes, boxes, ahhhhh

boxes are everywhere.

only three left in this room...but they are full of stuff that I don't know where to put it.

so if I don't know where to put the stuff....i procrastinate! So they may be there another 3 months...

Some rooms are finished...like the kitchen.

I had to do that or I might go insane. And that might be ugly if mom goes insane.

This is our bedroom and this is driving me a "little insane"--most of those boxes are Hubby's clothes--(he has way more clothes than I do which is weird if you ask me)

but if you get a little closer you can see a little bit of sanity for me...

This is my little reading and writing area where I can reclaim my sanity...because orderliness and cleanliness equal sanity in my world....I think that's why I love libraries....

I have to have places of sanity scattered around the house because otherwise....

this would push me over the edge....

and this....

and this...

and don't let me even get started on this....

Mac's room. I can't even get the door open....and remember what I said about her not being home?....

OH! but look at this...a little bit of sanity? Yes this is Tony's room! One of my four offspring has my orderliness and cleanliness gene...he has his room all unpacked and organized (sigh...I'm so proud...sniff, sniff)

Yes that's him still sleeping...poor thing is having a hard time adjusting to the time zone change....i know, i know, it's only an hour but that's his claim!

and one more thing to show you... just so you can see my level of obsessiveness....these are my "junk" drawers....Oh aren't they lovely!! This makes me all warm and peaceful inside.....ahhhhh!!!