This morning my mom and I loaded in a few more, and made a trip to my mini-storage to clear out some of the smaller odds and ends before the moving crew (translation: friends bribed by donuts) arrives tomorrow morning.
As I opened boxes this morning and pulled out all sorts of around-the-house stuff I'd managed to completely forget existed in the last seven months, I said to my mom, "It feels like my birthday!"
And then, a pause.
"Except all the presents are really dirty!"
Whoops. Good thing the dust spray was at the top of the pile in the mini-storage. And the Clorox.
And the trash bags.