* moving a bunch of board games so we can get to
* the boxes of porn and erotica that have seriously been unopened since we moved in 2006, so we could get rid of them.
* Purging stuff from the bookshelves in my office so we can move the nonfiction from his room in there. (I had a phase in my 20s where I bought every neopagan book ever. We both had a phase where we were equally nondiscriminating about books on language.)
My office is, at present, a terrible mess, because I took down all of the tchotchkes from my bookshelves. Now I figure out which of those get to stay.
Worthy of note: Adam got the job here while I was in the hospital for weeklong video EEG monitoring; I basically had to jump right from the hospital bed, sleep-depped and on med withdrawal and all, to packing an entire two-story three-bedroom house for a move three weeks hence, while he went up to find us a house here. So a lot got packed that we didn't necessarily need to bring. A lot of the less necessary stuff ended up in Adam's home office, because he just didn't use it as much as I use mine. Then we had the thing with his CPAP keeping me up and that sleep dep triggering seizures, so we got him a bed and made his office his bedroom - but it's still been overcrammed with random stuff. We have recently been really getting down to hauling stuff out and making it a livable space. Plus, we're planning on moving next year, and it makes sense to gradually purge stuff rather than end up in a packing frenzy and too exhausted to make decisions.
It's all necessary work, but it's a lot of work. And it also means that we have a constant ebb and flow of Stuff in our dining room, which has become the staging area. And is also the area I do internetty things in, mostly. So. Am twitchy. But it will all go.
Not entirely related: we were watching Rent last night (sindrian had never seen it! and we only got up to the intermission, so no spoilers!), and right after "We're Okay", Elayna commented, "That's Mommy's song."
Elayna: "You do that."
Me: "I do?"
Elayna: "Well, not in those words. But when everything starts happening at once, you're like "it's okay, it's okay, I've got this," and you handle it."
So yeah, if you ever doubt that I am juggling a bunch of stuff? Apparently that is Mommy's song.
Back to work!