I moved my boxes into the dining room this week.
I say this week…it was really just the last couple of days.
I only packed while Baby K slept. The first day I got three boxes packed. She (uncharacteristically) only slept for an hour. The second day our tiny human slept for about three hours and I got five boxes packed.
Thing 1 decided we needed to pop some bubbly while I packed my grandmother’s china.
Packing up one’s life should be a celebration, and we treated it as such!