why didn’t I hire someone to pack for me?

I hate packing.  Hate it.  I have an awful attention span as it is, and having to do something I hate just makes it worse.

I went home last night to get a lot of my stuff packed up to move in a couple of weeks because I have today off work.  On the weeks we work on Saturday, we get a either Wednesday or Thursday off.  So I was able to go back to Topeka last night, have a dentist appointment this morning and spend a lot of time making sure all my stuff was ready to move.

The easy part was the stuff for my kitchen and living room.  None of that stuff has really been unpacked from when I moved it into my parents house last year, so it just needed a little reboxing and organizing.  My clothes and my room, on the other hand, might be the death of me.  I was able to clean out my chest of drawers and my closet this morning, so all of those clothes are sorted, packed or hanging in the closet ready to be put in my car next weekend.  My shoes are all in one bag (shocking!) as is my movie collection.  You wouldn’t really be able to tell I’m moving by the condition of my room, however.  It is still a pigsty and I can’t stand it.  I can’t find a place to start sorting and cleaning.  There is still some stuff in boxes from when we moved in 7 years ago, but I can’t just blindly throw it away.  But I don’t want to sort through it either.

Luckily? I had to come back to Lenexa tonight to work open to close tomorrow.  Maybe the packing elves will visit before I head back in the next week.