I hate moving

Moving should be listed as one of the circles of hell.

It's never a fun time.

There's way too much time spent packing. There's way too many trips made back and forth. There are never enough boxes. You inevitably scrape your knuckles on the doorway while carrying a piece of furniture and drop said piece of furniture while howling in pain while your spouse rolls his eyes and tells you to walk it off.

And there's always some random box you throw shit in at the end. Ours was marked "kitchen and random crap" and contained a blender, some loose change, a screwdriver and a "Popener" that my friend Nancy brought back from Rome. Yes, it's what it sounds like, a can opener with the Pope's head on it.

But for three people who called this their second home, we sure accumulated enough crap. Josh had five computers there. FIVE. That's not counting his two work laptops and my laptop.

And don't even get me started on the toys. We now have upstairs toys and downstairs toys. It's sick. The new rule in our house for the Grandmas is going to be they can only buy new toys if they take a toy of equal size out of the house when they bring the new one in.

We have toys coming out of our ears here. There are now four push toys in the house. There's not that much ground to cover. It's a little ridiculous.

But we made some decent cash from the yard sale and completely moved out of the townhouse in Bloomington on Saturday. We somehow got all the crap to Chicago in one trip with our two cars. And now we have all that crap in our house.

There are boxes in the dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. Our bedroom looks like a tornado hit it and the guest room is ground zero of the mess.

And the sad part is, we didn't really move. We just brought a bunch more stuff to the house we just moved into two years ago. How does that happen? You move in and you swear you are downsizing and keeping things manageable and then poof, you have boxes of holiday decorations and old painting clothes in your sunroom and you're tripping over your shop vac because the 12-foot ladder is in the way.