we are moving to the permanent flat this weekend & i just realize that i am going to have to repack everything i have unpacked thus far. joe is working AND i have 2 children who i believe you well versed in the knowledge that they are at each other like white on rice. so the question becomes - how long can they be inside the flat before punches are thrown, teeth are biting & arms are swingin?
well, amazingly, the kids WANT to play inside today. the packing gods are smiling upon me so i quickly get into position & deftly pack like a ninja. starting in their room & replacing each kid's clothes in the appropriate suitcase as well as pulling out pajammies & clothes for the next 2 days, i am able to make quick work & move on to the tech suitcase - the piece of luggage that holds all our tech stuff - camera, laptop, my new kindle, iPod accessories, dvd player, various chargers & assorted cords.
3 suitcases packed & the peanuts are still playing nicely. they have also been good about potty visits - as i have been submerged to my neck in packing for 4 people, i have forgotten to be on potty patrol today. luckily, my hourly nagging has become imbedded in their little potty pysches because they go on their on volition today & i am only summoned to dispense after-potty treats or wipe the oocasional bottom.
i move onto our bedroom & start packing up my stuff then decide that joe can pack his own things. he's not dealing with 2 volcanoes named dignan & gemma that could blow at any moment. anyways, he'll probably just throw everything haphazzardly into his suitcase as we are moving only miles away, not a continent mind you so careful packing is not of great importance.
packing done in record time, the peanuts are still playing nicely together & the clock is ringing half past lunchtime - gotta run!
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