Stats!

Today, Husband and I worked together to assemble and pack seven boxes. We organized files, categorized office supplies, and threw some other stuff into boxes once we were tired. There is now also a box of recycling and a box of shredding, and I feel strangely liberated with all this paper in a place and no longer spread out all over the carpet. Husband has agreed to unpack the paper, a deal I'm happy to honor in (gasp) two weeks.

Stats!

2 BIG boxes packed today. We're down to a few pairs of shoes each, and even less when it comes to our tempers. It is a hard thing, emotionally, to prepare to move on and yet to move on together when we are each in the middle of a million separate projects that won't wait. It becomes easier to bicker, but also easier to forgive, to make-up. Or at least that is what I'm going with tonight. Tomorrow: the filing cabinet that hasn't been updated for year. Wish me luck.

P.S. I have this strange resentment every time the landlord comes to look at our place. Part of me wants to say, hey what is the matter with you? This is a great home! while the other part is screaming, hey you can't live here, this is my house!

Wedding Anniversary

Today's Stats:

Total number of boxes packed: 2
Total number of boxes built: 5
Total number of boxes already packed that were opened, shuffled about, and repacked: 2
Verdict: Not bad, but not great.

Ah, well, there are other things to do. Husband and I have been married for four years today, having now been together for eleven years and two months. What is a few boxes in the scope of things? We're off for a picnic at the botanical gardens and then a camp-out in the backyard. Change, for the moment, can wait.