Chomamatobe..first move DH and I made was from a studio in the Bronx. 32 years later, I still have boxes in the basement labeled "apartment hallway closet paperwork, Bronx" etc..seriously. DH claimed he'd go through it when it had the time..TV did get put up, as did his tools, and his gardening ****e..le sigh. I still don't know how we managed to move so many times without tossing them

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Honeybunny, I empathize with ya. Last three moves I was preggers..in fact, when we were looking at houses, I must have barfed in every house's loo.
Slowly, slowly catchee monkey. It won't be perfect or even near perfect for a long time. Key is budgeting your time and taking care of yourself.
Don't overburden yourself, don't lift anything heavy. If you don't need it immediately it can wait..just don't wait 32 years. I'm so happy that this time I move, I will be able to give away, sell, rehome, gift, toss tons of detritus. Of course, I will have to do it when DH is at work..he's incorrigible..pack rat supreme.
Radio silence commences. Sliced finger open on food processor blade (
Jenni..LOL..I should have used a hand grater..and congrats on making it through yet another semester..ITA about catering company..ummm...perhaps there is a need someone who can do multi-ethnic, Kosher, macrobiotic, vegetarian and oddities???)
It happened because DH started yelling at DS for doing something he was unhappy about and I jumped while dismantling it..ironically, DS did it the same exact way he sees DH do it..classic do as I say not as I do. I burned the other hand because I was rushing. DH stitched me up, and I always have Silvadine(?) on hand..oops..horrible pun. Food is cooked though thanks to DS's help; enough to feed two football teams after practice.
Have a wonderful weekend, Hotties in case I can't post for a bit
