It has cost us about 1800 dollars to put our stuff in storage so we would have an easier time selling our house which we still have not sold and no longer live in.
Enough is enough.
Tony has unpacked our storage shed and is down to the last major items – a desk and a chair – that he just can’t lift by himself. We have a date Friday night to go move heavy things – sexy.
Truth be told, I have not missed most the 1200 sq. ft. of stuff that has been locked up for the last 18 months. There are several pieces that I am relieved to have back: several baking and stove-top pans, the egg slicer, and so on, but I am doing life laundry this week, rejecting quite a bit of my life that has changed over the last two years. When all this stuff was pushed aside, all these objects and doo dads, I got something wonderful. I wrote a book, for crying out loud.
As we unpack, I am being merciless in my paring down. If there is anything you want to borrow, just ask. My life, or at least my life from two years ago, is going cheap.
In other news, Eleanor is not cooperating. VBS this week has been a real trial. The father we went, the more she dug her heels in. It finally came to a knockdown drag out last night about how she has been behaving. After AGES of punishment last night, where she was sent to her room for smearing yogurt (which she’s not allowed to get by herself) on the couch (where she is no longer allowed to eat) and then being rude about the dinner she asked for (which she threw in the trash).
Today – under threat of sale to passing gypsies, she is finally participating in VBS. Low and behold, she’s having the best day so far this week. VBS is ACTUALLY a lot of fun, when you aren’t fuming in the corner about how hard life is for a 4-year old.
Imagine that? Life is pretty good when you participate with what’s available to you on any given day.