Is Now A Good Time?

The answer is of course not!

I am knee deep in the tax information gathering/researching phase before we turn everything over to a still unnamed professional. After two hours today I have called it quits and will start again tomorrow. For hopefully, the final and last day.

My house is in shambles. Dishes are piling up in the sink. So much so that my kids can tell how long it has been since dad (dishwasher) has been home. By the looks of the sink, it has been two days.

And what do I start thinking of? New projects. That's right. I am thinking about starting a family blog. Or rather re-starting and re-doing a stale old family blog. That should be the last thing on my mind right now.

But that is what my mind does when it has a list of things that have to get done. It starts looking for all the things that would be fun to get done if there were no such thing as a list to remind me that I am a grown-up with real world problems to solve and address.

And then I started thinking about all the things that I wanted to accomplish while living in our holding pattern, also known as fellowship. I was going to do such wonderful, productive, things this year. I was going to get all the scrapbooks updated. I was going to read books I didn't get to over the last 6 years. I was going to research my family history. I was going to sew and be crafty. I haven't done a single one of  these things. They are so far on the back burner I can't even see them anymore. I should just pack up my "supplies" now.

In fact, that is actually on the list. Packing.

I know you say it is still early, but I like to start early. Right now I am preparing to enter the de-clutter phase of my moving plan. What you say? I have clutter? I have only been in this house for 7.5 months and de-cluttered then. I shouldn't have to do it again.

To that I would say: you are right! But holy cow, we have more stuff than I thought we did. I have been steadily purging things as I see them so the job shouldn't be too large. The big job is actually is the disposing of it. I have 8 totes of stuff that I need to itemize, photograph, and drop off at the local Goodwill.

And of course since I just went through the glorious task of looking at my pictures and lists from last years purge and packaged them up all nice and neat for taxes - it reminded me that it is yet time to do it again. I am not paying to move stuff I don't want. We may be traveling even lighter this time around.

The work never ends. Some days I am so tired of being an adult. Can't I just move back in with my parents and let them pay the bills and feed me? And while they are at it, could they just watch my kids so I could finally watch the last episode of Downton Abbey? Would that be too much to ask?