Moving the Mess

“Ugh! I can’t sort these things! I’m going to have to just close up this box and move the mess!”

From my seat in the den, I heard Gui lamenting and felt his pain. As moving day loomed, the time for organizing and tossing that hard-to-define trash was constricting, and transporting mess-filled boxes appealed. Random piles of official-looking paperwork, shopping bags filled with mostly-eaten bags of chips or almost-empty boxes of pasta, and whatever the heck is underneath the bathroom sinks needed to make the move before getting organized.

Yes, you read that right. Sinks with an s. Because there were two sinks and two under-the-sink cupboards along with two deep drawers full of bathroom stuff. Some of which actually moved with us all the way from North Carolina two years ago.

Useful stuff, like two partially-used tubes and three ingestible forms of arnica, but still…who needs that much arnica? And how did I let it get this way?