One of these days...

One of these days... the house will be unpacked. Everything will be in its place and there will be a place for everything.

That day, however, is not today - 4 weeks since we moved back from Boston.

I share this tidbit of information with people who don't have kids and I typically get this response: "Oh I could never let the unpacking go on so long! I'm one of those people who have to get everything unpacked the first day - I just stay up really late and it all gets done."

Can you hear the implied superiority? The implied nuance that I'm doing something wrong?

Argh.

Yes, I used to be one of those people. I also used to be single without kids.

Here's the problem with moving with kids:
- you have more stuff - way more in proportion to, say, four adults. Two adults and two kids have way more stuff.
- and you have fewer helpers. Kids help way less than the amount of stuff they generate. Way less.

So with more stuff (most of which is going in the garage sale that we'll have in a couple of weeks) and fewer helpers (who are not going in the garage sale - but if they help staff it, they will get a cut of the proceeds...), then you have unpacking that takes over 4 weeks.

Mathematically, it's a disaster, no matter how you slice it.

On the other hand, Hubby has the two Kids at the cottage this week and I'm 'stuck' in town working. More time to unpack - and fidget around on the computer, I admit it. But I have unpacked a bunch of boxes and filed a bunch of papers, and that's all good. The house won't be all bright and shiny and organized by the time school starts, but I'll have made a valiant effort.

Stay tuned...