So we started the process today. Dave took apart the beds and moved the frames downstairs along with other larger pieces of furniture. I was washing loads of laundry and doing other household chores. I was a little frustrated when a realtor showed up unexpectedly with a couple that I relatively know. AUGH. I DO NOT like it when people come to my house and it is not in top shape. (Which woman does? I would like to smack some sense in her...)
At least in 1 week I'll be in a house with about 3 times the amount of space we have now. Gotta keep on truckin'.
****Which I must throw this in: I thought we had saved all of our boxes from our New Orleans move. Apparently, Dave was kind enough to give them to some poor soul who needed them AHEM, and now we are back at square one. Can you tell he is the giver between the two of us? And now we're looking for boxes..... again.******