What sucks?

Packing. Sucks.

I have packed up 8 boxes of mermaids. The kid packed up 56 boxes of books. We have visited the box buying place twice today and once yesterday. I know the woman behind the counter. Tomorrow I will be back. I need tape. Lots of tape. I have 6 boxes of linens. 5 boxes of dvd's. It is a nightmare.

I have left all the romance books for the ex. I'm super nice that way. Also, I am giving him the Bunnies by the Bay bunnies. I have no idea why he started giving me giant stuffed bunnies but nothing says "Happy Divorce! you idiot" like a bunny. I know he will thank me.

I totally get why people never, ever, ever, I mean EVER, move. Why sometimes when you go into someones house and it has that funny odor. The odor of "I have been here since the beginning of time and I am loaded with smells." I used to blame these people. For gosh sakes, buy a new couch, already. Would it kill ya to get rid of those horrible multi-squared afghans, the brown furniture, the 1970's macrame plant hanger with a struggling spider plant hanging in it. I no longer judge them. For I now know they opened a closet door, took one look at the most bizarre crap known to man, slammed the door closed, and announced that "If a outhouse was fine for Daniel Boone, it is sure fine for us in 2009 and we do not need a house with indoor plumbing!, Martha"

The first few things were fun, like visiting old friends. Now I hate old friends. At the start, lovely packing prevailed, now it is a pan, two forks, a sock, dog toys, and some bleach. I mark it "kids room" and call it a day. Twice today I tried to get Olive in the Giant Super Dooper Box and taped in, but she totally caught on and let me tell you that girl can run when she sees a tape gun.

Tomorrow it is head vases, lipsticks, and hand vases, all which need packing bubble sheets and tape. More tape. Tape that never comes off the roll correctly. Folds back in on itself so you can't find the end again. Sticks to hair, shirts, fingers, arm hair, walls, legs, and then all the sticky crap is gone, so it won't stick to the box.

What in the hell do you put in the giant boxes? I put linens and now will need a linebacker to carry it downstairs. I tried games, but I only own about 6 and they just all opened and spilled into one big confusing game. I left them and put in some linens and dog toys. It is labeled "kitchen." I think there was a pot holder in there, so it is somewhat correct. I am going to wrap these boxes in Christmas paper and set them underneath the tree. I have no idea what is in them, so it will be a surprise. I see some old bills, some pens and a few pieces of craft paper in the kid's Christmas future. I have a feeling he is going to be SO surprised.