After watching the moving truck pull away for the 9th time in 14 years of marriage......yup.....part of being married to this crazy football life👰🏼💍🏈. I realized all of our moves had something in common. The "last box."😳📦
Being extremely organized, I like to label every box and what room it is designated to go to. I will even go so far as to label "open immediately" for the urgent items (like my wine opener for instance 😉🍷💃🏻.)
But as it leads up to the last hours with the moving truck parked outside.......organization.......all goes out the window. With every move I think.....I am ready.......I got this👍🏼.......this isn't my first rodeo 😉🐴. Then the movers are getting ready to close their truck's door and I miraculously find another box to fill with just about any random item you could imagine. It's like panic mode😱......thinking.....I MUST get more on the truck 🚛📦🏃🏼.
A random toy that was trapped under the couch, laundry in a bag that I washed and dried up until the last moments of the day, the few last packaged pantry items you thought you would use, tools....packing tape....& sharpies (items that I have been using daily up until the move.), a magnet that had been trapped under our fridge, and pretty much any other random item that's still lying around.
I guess no matter how "prepared" or "organized" I think I am.....on moving day things "get real".....often really quick 😳🏃🏼📦🚛
I have to be honest......I really dread opening that "last box." I hate seeing all the "last minutes" and having to find appropriate homes for all of them. Plus it's usually not just one box.....one turns into two.....and a couple nights ago it turned into 3 "last boxes" 📦📦📦.
I know, the next few days, will be hard....who am I kidding......it's been hard since February. I have 4 kiddos, and with all the craziness of that in itself (two ear infections, the flu that spread like wild fire, appointments before you're insurance has to change, basketball games, school concerts, etcetera), packing fast just doesn't happen.....especially when you're packing on your own (my husband had to leave in February to start his new coaching job at SDSU.)
I, also know, the days ahead we will have long drives, staying in hotels (NOT fun AT ALL with a seventh month old BTW), and living out of suitcases with 4 babes (kiddos) in tow. Then there will be the unpacking.....did I mention the 4 kids.....unpacking fast won't happen either.
With all that said, I probably will never like opening the "last box(es)," but I do love the feeling of finally being able to take a deep breath when we are all crammed in the car headed to our new football adventure. Even with Toy Story blasting behind me, the smell of boys and fruit snacks in the air, and being asked "how much longer?" more often than I would probably like.
Really, moving in general, isn't easy......but I am looking forward to our new journey at South Dakota State University.......home is where football takes us......GO JACKS💛🐰💙🏈.....WE got this👶🏼👦🏼👦🏻👦🏼👫.