We all know that feeling of looking at your house on day one of packing, and it's enough to make you cry.
You literally do not know where to start. Should we do the kitchen first, or dismantle the beds?
Do we take everything out of the drawers, or just move them as they are? Where does this marble belong? Where's the bag for electronics?
Will we need this in the next few days, leave out toilet paper, don't pack cleaning cloths ... uggghhh!! Who packed my sanity?!
Oh my gosh it's stressful. You work solidly for two to three days and it's still not done. Kids are unpacking as you are packing, you run out of boxes and/or masking tape.
You start off so diligently with categorising everything, and by the end of it you are just throwing anything in a box and hoping for the best.
Then the cleanup begins. I'm getting help with the clean, but also doing a lot myself.
I've got sore fingertips from my hands being shoved in rubber gloves and trying to scrub and get into every nook and cranny.
We pulled out the fridge to clean behind that and found a photo from when we moved in eight years ago.
We both looked like we were about 12, clearly well before we decided to buy, sell, move and get married all within a few months.
It's definitely aged us. The cat's not talking to us and we aren't talking to each other. But it's only temporary, right?
This time next week we will be in our new house and then the fighting over the unpacking begins. I'll try to find the box with my cheery smile and happy disposition in it first.
- Megan Banks