That's what CA said when I started to unpack the 67 boxes that arrived - finally! - on Friday, 5 months after they were due to be delivered (a story too long to be recounted here).
I had a funny feeling watching those familiar cardboard cartons come into the dining area, which had until then been comfortingly empty and low-maintenance. Now the entire area is swamped. My cousin came by with a friend this afternoon and saw the boxes, and started making sympathetic that's-a-lot-of-boxes-to-unpack noises.
The person most enjoying this temporary aberration is Beth, who is treating the whole place as a jungle gym as she gleefully climbs up and down the boxes.
As I sliced each box open with a cutter, I occasionally found myself asking: Why on earth did we pack XXX? But some things were definitely worth bringing. Like the children's toys. And books. And Beth's clothes, all of which are handy now that Baby J has graduated from size 000 to 00.
What was particularly uplifting was seeing Beth getting excited as she rediscovered all her books and started reading them. It's really tough getting her away from the room to eat or do anything else. One thing that struck CA and me: Beth couldn't read on her own when she was in Sg, and now, 6 months later, she can! What a lot of difference half a year makes.
And yes, it's a GREAT feeling to finally have clothes to wear after living out of our suitcases for half a year and trying not to buy too many things. Although I must say it will probably take till Christmas to do justice to some of the clothes.
Beth had on her disapproving look the other day as she watched me try on some of my more figure-hugging ex-outfits - have I really expanded so much after the baby?? :p
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