Sorry for the lack of updates but the hubby and I have been busy moving and living internetless at our new place (which really cramps my usual writing method of staring out the window a really long time and then writing something).  Anyway, I can’t give you a regular post at this point, but I can give you some possible upcoming topics.  Consider it like a movie trailer for my blog.  : )

Here it goes:

-Cats adopting us
-My Experience in Public Schools
-Watching the neighbor’s farmhouse burn to the ground in the middle of the night
-The Nanny Job
-Making Friends

Hopefully something substantial gets written soon!


Moving Organization

I believe I mentioned in my previous post that this is my third move in the last four years.  At the beginning of every move I have high aspirations to make everything organized.  That way, when it comes time to unpack, I know exactly where everything is and  I don’t have to dig through a pile of junk to find a pair of scissors.  Alas, it has never worked out this way.  In fact, it usually goes something like this:

2-3 weeks before the move:  Start packing completely unnecessary things like books, winter clothes, and decorations.  Label boxes with things like “History and Religion Books” and “Picture Frames from Living Room: Fragile!”  Likewise, boxes are marked where you would like them to go: Study, Bedroom, Kitchen, etc.  Place boxes unobtrusively in the now-empty bookshelves.

1 week before the move:  Start packing things you know that you can live without, like most of your summer clothes, many of your shoes, office supplies (but don’t pack the permanent marker and packing tape!), and the used-every-once-in-awhile kitchen items (blender, serving dishes, etc.).  The boxes aren’t as distinctly organized as before, but are still labeled nicely  with things like “Shoes and Hangers” or “Paper and Old Checks.”  Boxes are still marked where you would like them to go, but not everything in the box is going to wind up in the room you mark.  Place boxes in neat piles around the apartment, still making sure to leave walkways.

3 days before the move:  Realize that you are running out of boxes, so start optimizing every square inch.  Organization slowly deteriorates as you start mixing miscellaneous items together.  Suddenly that one pair of heels that wouldn’t fit in the box with the rest of the shoes is tossed in the box with the few remaining books you left out.  All boxes are marked with “Random Stuff.”  Start placing boxes in the walkways you use the least.

2 days before the move:  Run out of boxes, so you have to take an emergency trip to Target or Walmart to buy more.  Start putting whatever will fit into the boxes.  The permanent marker is now lost (most likely inadvertently packed) so labeling is no longer an option.    Start putting boxes where ever they fit.

1 day before the move:  There is now a running mantra going through your head, and it goes like this, “Oh, CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!”  As you finish packing the kitchen, you run out of boxes and don’t have time to go get more.  You start putting things into garbage bags and hope they don’t break.  There is now no room to walk.

Day of move:  Moving truck arrives and everything is moved out of the apartment.  When you finally arrive at your new place and start unpacking, you wonder why you weren’t a little more organized when you packed. 

The First Marital Moving Experience

My husband and I are celebrating our first anniversary tomorrow so it’s easy to reflect on what we’ve learned this year.  We’ve survived some rough classes, a not-so-great job, financial instability, and a very long winter.  We’ve learned when to leave each other alone and when we have to force ourselves to talk about an issue (admittedly, we’re still working on this).  We’ve even managed to balance the housework and I was surprised to learn that I would not be master chef in our abode, which is fine by me.  Yes, I think we can safely say that in a year we’ve faced some tough issues while strengthening our relationship.

But now we’re moving and this experience has been, well, “special.”  When we moved out here, we were newlyweds.  We didn’t pack our things together–he was a dorm student living at a camp all summer and I had left my apartment three weeks prior to getting married.  Therefore, this is our first joint move.

You see, for me this move makes move number three in the past four years.  I know exactly how I pack things, what order I pack them, and how early I start packing.  My method works and therefore I find it a superior method that should be used by all.  Unfortunately, my husband doesn’t see it this way.  Honestly, I don’t see why he doesn’t defer to me as the expert here.  Probably because my “superior method” may be considered “insanely methodical.”  It would slowly drive him nuts.

Alas, I’m a stubborn person and for the last week and a half I’ve been utilizing my method of packing.  Consequently, about half the apartment is packed.  Likewise, I’ve slowly been getting more and more upset that my husband has not changed his entire outlook on organization to switch over to my method.  Here I’ve managed to pack half the apartment and he’s only talked about his ridiculous plan to pack the week before we move.  It’s easy to understand why we had an argument last night.

It started along the lines that I was angry because he hadn’t packed anything while I’ve already packed boxes and boxes.  I work hard during the week and on my days off I’ve been packing.  I was tired and I wanted him to finally start helping.  He then tried to explain his philosophy about thinking things through before doing it and not necessarily starting a job early, especially when he’s planning it out.  He then said, “There was no real pressing reason to pack this week; I know I have all of next week off to pack.  So I didn’t pack.  Does that make sense?”

“No,” I replied.  He sighed and started to explain everything again.  “Oh, I understand what you said,” I interrupted, “I just don’t understand why you would want to do that.”  He then explained again that he wasn’t doing anything next week and could pack then.  Likewise, he pointed out that all my previous moves had been done while I was still working and that all my packing experiences had to be balanced while maintaining a full work schedule.  I had never had a full week to commit to packing.  Finally, he reassured me that the packing would get done, even if it wasn’t on the schedule I wanted.  

So, after all was said,  I can begrudgingly admit that he does have a point–he does have a large chunk of time to pack.  We probably didn’t need to start packing so early, despite the fact that it doesn’t follow my packing timeline.  So, by the end of the night we had worked through another marital issue, go us.  And while we still haven’t experienced all moving issues, the good news is that we get to do this again next summer and will actually have experienced a move together.  Perhaps after this next year we’ll better understand each other’s methods and avoid another argument.

Or I can spend the next year convincing my husband that my superior moving method is really the only way to pack.

Creative Liberties

Yesterday I was reading a story to the kids I watch that dealt loosely with Christ’s birth.  It was about a carpenter’s apprentice who gave his woodworking project (a manger) to baby Jesus on the night of his birth.  It was a touching tale about the sacrifice of helping others but I found it frustrating.  You see, when I read a story about the Bible, I like to discuss it with the kids afterwards.  Last week we read a picture book about Jonah and the big fish, which I then talked to them about God’s mercy–which leads directly to talking about Jesus’ death on the cross for the forgiveness of our sins.  I couldn’t do that with this “spin off” of the Christmas story because it wasn’t based on any fact from the Bible.  It’s like the author just pulled names from the Bible and made an entirely new story.  Somehow this is acceptable because it talked about sharing and helping others.

Yet this isn’t the first time I’ve encountered a story like this.  Last Christmas I was reading a story to the daycare kids about a shepherd girl trying to go see baby Jesus.  It had crazy things in it like the wind and frost talking to her, personifying these natural elements and taking away God’s control over nature–a fine thing to insinuate in a Christmas story.  Even a traditional Christmas carol takes this storytelling technique:  “The Little Drummer Boy” emphasizes the importance of us giving gifts from the heart.  Songs and stories like these are not helpful in teaching God’s word.

Perhaps these creative liberties are done because the Christmas story does not have a strong enough moral  message.  You know, that stuff about God sending His only Son who, “. . . made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.  And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross” (Philippians 2:7-8).  That certainly doesn’t have any meaning.  Or perhaps people find the Christmas story unexciting, never mind the fact that there were angels announcing the birth of the Savior and wise men traveling far to see the baby.  Or perhaps it’s just a mean to create the fuzzy feelings we get a Christmas without actually thinking about what Christ’s birth brings to us:  His death on the cross for the forgiveness of our sins.


Party in 2015

I’ve decided that the summer of 2015 will be a time to celebrate.  Why, you ask?  Because it will be the first summer in five years that we will not have to move (God willing).  It will be awesome!  I’m thinking that part of the celebration will be burning the moving boxes and going all “Office Space Printer Scene” on the plastic tubs.

I’m so excited.