Allright. Since the network at work is offline at the moment I thought I’d write down a few thoughts.

Next week is moving day. Now in most people that would spur them to action. My wife for instance packs 1 or 2 boxes everyday so we can move quicker next week. Yesterday we went to meet the people who’s house we’re buying. They’re packed all over the place and they have a week left.

But me? Oh no, I haven’t even gotten started. I’m one of those people that, when I was on my mission in Scotland, still had to pack the night before moving to a new area and sometimes even on the morning OF the move. I’m also, as you can probably imagine, one of those people that doesn’t pack very orderly but who knows where everything is regardless. Our house can be the biggest mess in the world and I’ll know where everything is…..until Guenevère cleans up that is. As soon as someone cleans up my world crashes down….. I’ll be looking for my keys, my wallet, my pocketknife, my book, my cd’s and anything else that I might need. As soon as someone cleans up I’m pretty much screwed.

Now I know what all you women are going to say: “If you cleaned it up in the first place then you’d know where it is AND Guenevère wouldn’t have to put it somewhere else.” And you’re right. But you see….somehow I just don’t work very well that way. I’ll give it another try though. If only for the sake of keeping Guenvère sane. Just don’t be severely disappointed if I fail. Most likey the scenario will be ass follows: The house will be cleaned up, things will look bright and shiny and nothing will be in the way or on the tables or anything. Then oneday we’ll be busy/have a meeting/have something planned after work. Slowly some things will start to appear on the sitting room table. Then things will start to appear on the dining room table because the next day will be a fully planned one as well. (Except that we didn’t plan in the cleaning of the house part) and within three days of that moment the house will be in such a state that we need a serious amount of courage just to get started on cleaning. And since we’ll be busy for at least a week….it’ll only get worse and an even greater amount of courage will be needed.

It’s terrible….but I’m hoping that in our next house (which is about 3 times larger than our appartement now) at least the mess will be more spread around….so we won’t notice very soon.

On the other hand that also means that even more courage to tackle that mess will be needed……

Damn, we’re screwed……………