We've gotten a lot done. A lot. So much that it is really empty and depressing here. We've packed 67 boxes. I know this because my amazing-super organized-plans ahead husband did some research on moving. Since we are going to have movers (yes, Praise Jesus we have movers!) he found an article online that suggested numbering your boxes so that you know how many you have, how many make it on the truck and how many come off the truck. So we (and by we I mean John) printed out some labels with numbers, our last name and phone number. That way, if anything gets lost they know where to find us.
We've purchased several boxes but have been given a lot also. One box was used before us by a precious family and it looks like one of the kids had a creative moment on the box. Love it.
The boxes have also taken over our dining room. I figure since this room is right next to the front door it is the perfect place to stack them up. I pushed the furniture to the corner and started stacking. There's a lot there.
And thanks to my sweet friend, Courtney, I have been able to enjoy some down time with a guilty pleasure we share.
But next up on my to do list. I need to tackle this stack of magazines. I don't think it is right to pack these.
It's time to tear out pages.