New Year's at our house is often accompanied by the pitter patter of moving furniture. This year was no different. I was able to coerce Andrew and Nathan into doing the bulk of the heavy lifting (thank you, boys!). That's fine and all, but I'm left with all the little stuff - and there's a lot of little stuff. A lot.
We are moving Danny upstairs to what was my office - it's smaller than his old room, but closer to actual living, breathing human beings. Right about now I'm second guessing my decision to relocate all of my office, craft and sewing *ahem* junk. I'd like to be done - not have the Herculean task of sorting through
To quote Douglas Adams, "Hercules, on seeing the room, would probably have returned half an hour later armed with a navigable river.
I could really use a small river to help clear out the last of the *ahem* junk from my ex-office. Anyone?