Moving....ugh...

Okay, so let me start off by saying that nothing about moving is pampered!

I have been cleaning and packing up our tiny apartment all by myself. Not that I mind too terribly much though about doing this solo. Why?

A. I earn MAJOR wife points. There will be a day when I truly don't want to do something and I will ask Pampered Husband to do it and then politely remind him how hard I worked on the move all by myself.

B. Everything is being cleaned before it goes into a box, the box is then being labeled where it goes in the pampered palace, and the contents are being written on the outside of the box. Then the packed boxes are carefully being placed by other boxes that are going to the same room in the new palace. Goodness knows Pampered Husband would not be that anal about packing.

C. I have to tread very carefully here because Pampered Husband reads my blog, but there are certain items that either I do not care for or that he has not touched in the past year that will not be making the move with us. Do you catch my drift? Let's just say that I might need to tip the garbage men a little more after the move! Trust me, I am doing the same with my junk. Why move garbage?

Life isn't so pampered today. Maybe I will pick-up a Carmel Macchiato (sp??) and close my eyes and pretend that someone else will just magically appear to complete this project for me. Here's to dreaming....