and have about a zillion boxes to unpack,
try this.
break down boxes,
tape boxes to floor of enclosed front porch,
squirt lots of paint onto paper plates,
let the monkeys go wild:
it works!
in other news…
here’s a story just to prove that i am losing my ever-loving mind.
i was unpacking dish/collectible boxes alllll day yesterday. you know….the really tall ones with a million tiny things inside? and each tiny thing is wrapped in about 30 sheets of paper. at least.
i was starting to hallucinate, i swear.
delirious.
not five minutes before i had asked j to help me fold paper and stuff one of the empty dish boxes.
i moved the box to the side and started unpacking a second dish box.
at some point i noticed that i couldn’t find anything in the box i was unpacking!!
i was taking out sheet
after sheet
after sheet
after sheet
of paper.
and laying them out and smoothing them…
AND NOTHING WAS IN THE BOX.
i got really mad.
i was sure the packers were messing with me as payback for having to pack my scrap room.
i yelled to jimmy
THERES NOTHING IN THIS STUPID (@*$(@*#(*$ BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and then i realized
i had unpacked the box that we put all of the paper into.
i got mixed up between the box i was unpacking and the box full of paper.
i
am
such
an
idiot.
don’t even make me tell you how hard jimmy laughed at me. HEEEEEE!!
AN IDIOT!!!!
the house is slowly but surely coming along.
see?
but don’t even look at our dining room table…
b/c apparently it is a flea market??
ugh.
back soon with scrappiness to share!!
xo
s