My daughter got a different job. This entails her moving two states from where she’s currently living and working. The last few weeks I’ve been involved in helping her either look for a place to live or getting packed for the move.
I remember when the girls were little and moving was a thing – for a time Ken and I moved every six months. It was never fun or easy. I remember getting up early, getting organized and going until the house was somewhat set up.
Now I’ve been down twice now to help her move and I’m exhausted. Yes I have more health issues which slows me down a lot. Last weekend Ken and I were there to help her with the majority of her packing. We worked all day on Saturday. We got a lot done but less than I would have liked. I say that but her kitchen was packed – except the things she’ll need through next week. Her dining room was almost completely packed.
Sunday we got up, worked on more packing. I didn’t do much. I feel like I spent more time watching tv than packing. She sorted and packed while Ken moved stuff and I assembled boxes and did some packing.
I am once again feeling my age as I help her get organized and ready for her move. I know she appreciates everything I’ve done. At the same time, I’m done and can’t wait for a free weekend again.