The art of moving
I haven't had a chance to blog for a while. Our lives have been crazy with many new adventures, but the largest of them all is that we moved to a new home. Growing up I moved numerous times and when I say numerous, what I mean is A LOT. For anyone who knows me you know that when I say a lot, I really mean a lot. With that in mind one would think that I would be a master of moving. However, in the last few weeks I have come to realize that moving as a child and moving as an adult are two very different things. Mainly because when I was a young dependent I was only responsible for packing/unpacking one small room. Even in my early adult life moving was simple. I still had very few items to my name. However, as I got older and married and became a mother my life quickly piled high with items big and small. Let me just summarize this and make a long story short. I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate hauling stuff. I hate unpacking. I hate washing dishes and putting them away. I hat...