Today we got our Pod. MM got BW's bunk bed and our entertainment center torn down, and we went through several of our kitchen cupboards and the hall closet. We went through the stuff we had already packed away in our garage, separated out a pile for a yard sale or two, started a load for the dump, separated out the baby stuff I'm giving to my cousin, and started loading up the Pod.
MM's work future is uncertain. He's not officially laid off - he's technically on days off right now - but he doesn't have a rig to go to yet. We have no idea what's going to happen as far as that's all concerned. My game plan is to do as much of the big stuff as we can while MM's home. I'm assuming he'll be going back to work again soon.*
My house looks like a thrift store exploded in it. I keep thinking we really don't have that much stuff, so where did all this crap come from? The good thing is, since we're moving to a much smaller place, we're getting rid of a lot instead of moving it.** This is making me all sorts of happy. I've been wanting to pare down our belongings to things that we really care about and get rid of a lot of the clutter. My new philosophy is, if I don't LOVE it, I don't want it.
So, that's about all that's new. Well, that, and tomorrow I'm doing something I never in a million years imagined I'd be doing - participating back stage at a pageant. I'm helping M2's daughters get ready and watching them do their stuff. Should be interesting.
*'Cause no matter what my mother says, I'm an optimist.