If an earthquake hits in the next few days, we're screwed. I'm at the point where I'm finished with packing. I'm not finished packing, but I'm finished with it. If we were moving into a new house right away, this would be the point when I'd madly throw things into garbage bags, and move them that way (and judging by past experience, not unpack them for a few years until forced to by something, like a remodel.
Our permit was finally finalized July 6, giving us 16 days to get out of the house before demolition begins. Rocket dreams of a wrecking ball crushing our house to bits, but it will be a much less dramatic team of guys with sledgehammers taking out the unnecessary parts. Still, a deadline is a deadline.
I printed out a two week calendar for the kids, especially Rocket, who'd ask every day what was happening that day, how many days until we move, etc. It's helped him a lot, but for me, I look at it and think about how much we have to do in that time. It will happen, I keep saying, but I worry I'm a liar.
We own a new kitchen! The appliances have been ordered, a full month after I initially went through to pick them out with the appliance guy. Time smooths a lot of rough edges. There were papers or kids' projects I never thought I'd be able to let go of, but now, I can quickly toss them into the recycling or garbage without hesitation. Those things are less important now that some time has passed, and the same went for the price tag of the new appliances. One month ago, the price tag for all of the new appliances made my stomach tighten. Now, it looks like no big deal. Of course a new washer, dryer, dishwasher, range, hood, microdrawer (drawer, awww yeahhh), and refrigerator would add up to something substantial. The appliance salesman laughed when asked how much I wanted to spend, and I answered as close to zero as possible. That, of course, was a joke after I'd just picked out a Wolf range with four burners and a griddle. (For those in the market, he said no one ever orders the black handles. I like how the red handles pop, but even if I didn't, if I'm paying a Wolf price, I'm getting the signature handles.)
Real cooking has ended. We've grilled most nights, gotten take out on others, but just now I've come to the realization that we're not using our current range again, except as a place to rest stuff, which it is doing quite well. Goodbye crappy Kenmore range that came with the house. You've done a fabulous job of letting me rest stuff on you, which is really what you did best.
I'm quite glad to not be buying anything Kenmore after this ad:
Dad's don't cook? Being labeled a mommy multitasker is condescending. There is no reason the word mommy needs to be in this ad at all.
(The labels on the storage bins are 3M's Post-it Storage Container Label Pads that I picked up for free at BlogHer last year. I found them while starting to pack my office closet, and they are fabulous. This isn't a sponsored post, but I like the labels enough that I will buy more when we run out. So much better than the paper I'd tape to the plastic bins with packing tape, which would peel off in the attic heat.)