Every time we move, I find myself muttering the same things during the first month of unpacking. "I'm too old for this" and "I can't do this again" and "Seriously. We are not moving again."
The process of unpacking all of our belongings and trying to rearrange the puzzle so everything fits in a place that makes sense and looks nice, feels like playing with a Rubik's Cube. And the Cube is my life, and I'm not a fan of that game to begin with.
So, with much left to do, I choose to focus on some areas that look somewhat settled. Although, disclaimer, these areas are only temporarily settled. They will be changed.
And I will walk swiftly past scenes like the one below, which just make me want to pour a glass of wine and watch HGTV all day.
No Mom, I don't drink wine all day. Just all night. Ha!