Operation Bob

As if there isn’t enough going on, we’ll be moving in the next week or so.  I don’t mind the change of space or getting used to a new place - actually, that part is pretty neat.  But the chaos of the whole ordeal isn’t my most favorite thing.  It sounds pretty simple; take everything we own, put it in some boxes, move it to the new place, then take it out of the boxes.  Once you add in the reality of a back-breaking sleeper sofa, furniture wider than doors, more stuff than we realized we owned, inevitably uncooperative weather, keeping up with baby, keeping up with work while it’s all going on, and the fact that my wife and I have the combined patience of a hungry tiger in a meat market — well, that’s where it becomes reality.  Oh well.  This too shall pass.