Couldn't Stop Myself

As I predicted, I was unable to take off the entire day on Thanksgiving. I was planning not to do ANY kind of moving on Thanksgiving. I was just going to rest. But I ended up spending about 2 1/2 hours cleaning out the delivery truck we'd borrowed (It was pretty dirty, especially in the cab) and filling up the truck for the first move this morning. So I failed at relaxing for an entire day. But it's not my fault! Really!

First, Thanksgiving dinner was so early that we were back home by about 3:00. And that meant there were hours left in the day. I couldn't just sit around.

Second, I decided that I WOULD just sit around. I'd watch the football games. But I turned on the first game and--as expected--the Lions were getting blown out. So I didn't see any reason to sit around and watch a game unfolding pretty much the way I was expecting it to do (The same could be said for the second game, too). Why waste my time doing this, I thought, when I could actually be working? So I went and started loading up the truck.

It's not the biggest truck (It's maybe the size of the smallest U-haul truck), but it's still pretty big. Our dining room was filled with boxes, but I put every box in the dining room and all of the boxes in storage in the basement in the front 1/3 of the truck and still had space to spare, so I loaded up a few bookshelves and most of the outdoor furniture we own (which is going to be a problem for us as we have only a small patio at our new house and we have enough outdoor furniture to fill the entire patio two chairs high. We're even leaving some behind!). We fit so much in this first load that we're going to do later this morning, in fact, that I'm worried we may move too much too soon and have all day Sunday to do nothing but lament that most of our stuff is at the new house but all of the big stuff is at the old house.

Then again, I've been conistently wrong about how long it would take me to do most things in this process. I honestly thought I'd paint all three rooms that we painted on Friday, Saturday, and MAYBE Sunday morning, and it took until late Wednesday to finish. And Tuesday night I sent Lisa a text message that said, "Cell phone dying. Will be home at 12:30." It was more like 1:30. That's pretty typical for me.

So don't be surprised to read a blog entry in a day or two that talks about how I didn't get everything done as quickly as I thought I would.