I put on my grumpy pants and wore them all weekend

just in case we ever live together and then move,
I'm not a happy mover.
at all.

when I told my mom this on the phone, her response was laughter and "you and your dad!" so I guess it runs in the family.
but really.
the packing, cleaning, sorting, throwing away, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning... the stress just gets to me!
my lack of patience, not so lady-like exclamations, and snarky comments were all very apparent.
{and so patiently put up with by carly and ky}
but thanks to strong men and friends that stopped by, the whole ordeal went a lot faster.

circumstances weren't the greatest, but I chose not to be happy. I let myself get swallowed up in my lengthy to-do list and stack of boxes.
but today is a new day
a fresh start. 
and I'm going to choose happiness
{and hope that I never have to move an entire house}


  1. I like that despite your times of trial, you chose happiness. Because it is so true. No one has the capability to make your world better, but you :)


    1. I'm not quite there yet but it's definitely something I'm trying to work on :)


  2. I think that is so true! Come share it with others on my link-up party today! I always love reading what you have to say.
    Wanderlust Wednesdays

    1. Thanks so much for coming to the party on my blog today! Hope to see more from you next week, same time and place. :)

    2. You're welcome! I like reading about your adventures on Wednesday. They're much more exciting than mine ;)

  3. Moving is SO not fun. Sometimes I just wish I could snap my fingers like Mary Poppins and have it all done with! But way to keep the positive attitude!
    Of Thoughts and Things

    1. So true! Those Mary Poppins skills would definitely come in handy, especially when cleaning ha. Thank you!

  4. I hate packing and I hate unpacking. I wish all that hassle would just go away! Have a happy Thursday and be sure to check out my giveaway ending tonight! . BTW I am your newest follower and cannot wait to read more of your posts and hope that maybe you can return the favor and follow The Preppy Student. I always comment for every comment left on my page and hope to start a friendly relationship with your wonderful blog!

  5. I actually counted one day long ago and realized I had moved house TWENTY-SIX times before I was married. Of course, all I had to pack then was my bedroom (or dorm/apartment room). Then I experienced my first post-marriage move. Oh.My.Gosh! I remember wishing for my mom and her packing skills. We have only moved house eight times with you kids, albeit three of those moves were international. May your moves be few and as untraumatic as possible (even your Dad finally learned to be civil/helpful for our last move--whew!)