The Joys of Moving

I am surrounded by mess, piles of boxes, and general chaos. None of these things fit well with my personality. Growing up I lived in the same house for basically my entire life. In the past 13 years of marriage we have moved 4 times, this will be the 5th. I am praying that we can stay put for a little while! The last time we moved I thought we did a really good job of clearing out unnecessary items, do you know how much stuff our family has accumulated over the past year and a half? I can't tell you how many school papers and happy meal toys I have thrown out this week. It is actually really sad how many happy meal toys we have found, I swear I did some cooking in the past year. Oh, and we have also uncovered several black widows while packing. Gross, yuck, scary, why did God create these death filled spiders? Aren't spiders in general bad enough without adding poisonous venom to them? I refuse to pack anything else in the garage for fear I will find more; and whenever Matt goes in there I always make sure I have the phone in my hand just in case I need to call 911.
To top it off, Camden locked himself in the bathroom today. I immediately had flashbacks to when we lived in Buellton and Bennett locked himself in his bedroom and we had to remove the door to get him out while he cried hysterically from his room. Fortunately, Camden remained calm enough that I could talk him through unlocking it from the other side of the door. I can't help but wonder what other mini adventures my kids will have in the next week while we are occupied with packing.