Becca’s Cyber Home

I know I’m going to get in trouble… I was supposed to post this, like, 2 days ago but I kept forgetting. And, well, since I can’t take my Ambien tonight I’m not asleep yet!

As I mentioned on Friday, my sis is moving back to Houston. Although I gripe about how underappreciated I am at work, I’m very lucky to have a flexible schedule. Flexible enough that I can work from just about anywhere. So, with the boss’s permission, I headed down to San Antonio for the week so I could help Jo pack up her apartment. With my back going out on me, I wasn’t much packing help, but I was able to offer some pearls of wisdom to make Jo’s move a little easier.

I’m a bit of a compulsive list maker and planner. When we moved out of our apartment I judiciously labeled every box. My dad and hubby still tease me about the specificity of my labels: “Books, bedroom shelves, A-Mc.” Makes sense to me! But you know, the guys think they should make fun of me because they have the patience of a teaspoon when packing. Heck, after helping my parents through a couple of moves, I’ve learned my dad’s approach to packing: chuck the crap in the nearest empty box, cram it shut with liberal application of tape, and label it “STUFF.” Soooooooo not for me.

And, Jo has to store most of her stuff, so that adds to the hassle of sorting things both boxed and unboxed. So I devised a system for her (see picture) to make it easier to sort, load, and unload all her STUFF. And any cabinet that has been emptied is labled with a pink Post-It note so you don’t have to keep looking to make sure it’s empty. She wondered aloud if I was being too anal, so I adopted a mantra to help her prepare: “You’ll thank me later!”

Yes, she teased me. Yes, when she told my dad, he teased me. But she’ll thank me later.