So, we’re moved in, but we’re still not unpacked. Like, at all. Okay, that’s not true. The other night, i worked til 10:30 at night finding plates and glasses and putting them in cupboards, while Perfect Husband sweated it out upstairs trying to get two computer desks to fit against one wall in our new study (aka second bedroom) because otherwise WHERE WOULD WE PUT THE BOOK SHELVES. If necessary, we might have had to dump the bed and sleep in a heap by the door because beds we can live without but BOOKS are IMPORTANT.
Luckily that was not necessary, although there is still a pile of bags in the kitchen containing such mundane things as cutlery and cooking utensils, because we discovered that while cupboard space in our new kitchen is ample, drawer spaces is not. These are not real drawers. They are like a litter of baby drawers, huddled under the counter and waiting for their mama who went out foraging for steak knives and never returned home. They can’t handle the adult needs of my bamboo flat-ware sorter, or my extra wide spatula. For now, our everyday flatware is lying in a sad pile on the contact paper in one of the muppet baby drawers, and everything else is in bags. What should we do, designate a cutlery cupboard?
It’s all very vexing.
On top of that, the place is filled with boxes, electrical outlets with their covers still removed from the painting spree, garbage bags with labels that say things like “Stuffies and soccer clothes” or “Papers n Junk” that don’t fit neatly into any categoryand therefore get left last for unpacking.
Mornings contain conversations like “Do you think this tie is too wrinkled for work?” and “have you seen a clean pair of underwear? No, MY underwear.”
Breakfasts involve leftover Kraft dinner from three days before we moved, and double cheeseburgers fridged from the night before, because we still can’t cook because WHERE WOULD THE UTENSILS GO? Our fridge contains beer (which neither of us drink, but was used as a bribe to get people to help us move, the suckers), diet Pepsi (without which I cannot live), and condiments.
Meanwhile work has been insane lately. Shockingly enough, home is not restful right now, because it’s room after room of “you have far too much to do to consider resting.”
Thank heavens it’s the long weekend – now I can spend the next three days trying to sort linens dumped out of garbage bags into some sort of system that is more complex than “in that pile, there.”
Isn’t moving a bitch? I mean, there should totally be a free service offered by realtor’s to help people unpack and organize.
As for the silverwear thing….I don’t know what to tell you. In the apartment I had in Wolfville, the drawers were too small to allow for anything but a horrible mess and wouldn’t fit my organizer either. So, instead, I kept my flat wear in the organizer on top of my fridge covered with a tea towel so that it wouldn’t get dusty. Short of suggesting you buy a microwave stand with a drawer in it so that you can store your utensils in it, I don’t know what to tell you!
You’ll be unpacked and living like humans soon!
Next time, I am so hiring movers.
As soon as you pick out tile for your backsplash I am taking you to Ikea to introduce you to their very awesome and funky kitchen wall organizer thingies…I can’t describe them…they’re just beautiful and will solve your muppet babies porblem…it will be beautiful and you will smile. I’m sorry work isn’t restful and home isn’t restful…I know how you feel. On a positive note, my house survived my rage on the long weekend and now brings me joy…so much so that I am up until midnight typing responses on your blog…and not feeling guilty because my laundry is DONE (first time in 4 years) and my dishes are all done (first time in….). THis too shall pass my friend…when am I coming to do trim. I feel my artistic skills have been rejected for newer, cuter drawers….
Never! I desperately need your artistic skills, but feel bad being yet another one of those people who demand your time. We simply need MORE Taras. Can you split yourself into at least four? kthxbai.
Oh, the joys of moving. I was all gung-ho in the beginning, and now I have a spare room full of boxes that looks to be becoming the permanent place for all crap that doesn’t have a home. On the plus side, giving in to this has kept the rest of the house much cleaner than anywhere else I’ve lived since childhood.
I am jealous of your proximity to an Ikea.
Until you manage to get there and sort out your storage needs, can you set the basic utensils out in jars or something like that that would still allow you access for cooking? I love Kraft Dinner dearly (and am now craving it – drat), but three day old leftover Kraft Dinner no longer resembles food. We need to find you and PH some good one-pot meals, since you’re too far away for me to make a house-warming present of stocking your freezer. Do you like eggs? How ’bout microwaved eggs and cheese on toast? Instant oatmeal? A prepared fruit or vegetable tray from the grocery store? They have a lot of all-in-one meals in bags in the freezer section now, usually pastas with some kind of meat, vegetables and frozen sauce pellets that you can cook in a pot all at once or microwave in individual portions. Sobeys here is carrying a lot of their fresh vegetables pre-washed and pre-packaged in microwavable-steamer bags. If you have tinfoil, most frozen foods or prepared things like packaged kebabs can be cooked without dirtying dishes.
Although, from the sounds of it, you may be too exhausted just to get to the grocery store, and I would completely understand that. Sean and I ate out nearly every meal of the first two weeks we lived here, despite all my good intentions. Moving is chaos. I hope you see the other side soon. And I’m glad you’re blogging again 🙂
Ikea is possibly one of the bestest things about Vancouver. There are actually TWO in this city – that’s how big the city is – but one is only fifteen minutes from my work, so sometimes we go just because, with dogs. It’s amazing. They serve FOOD there!