Moving Again

Two weeks to go and not only do we have to move, but we also have to finish renovating the house and the suite. Luckily, our move is only to the house upstairs, however moving furniture requires that we go up and down three flights of stairs. How ironic. The past two days I have been piling books into laundry baskets and into the arms of children. We desperately need to build our house so that we never have to move our books again. Least this time around I didn't have to pack up a 1000 lbs. of books in boxes. Poor father-inlaw and husband will never forgive me for the time I filled a 3ft x 2 ft box to the brim with textbooks. Nearly broke the two of them. Happily, the books would of survived. The hardest thing this time moving, is my son (who is an only child, attention monster) crying constantly to be picked up. If left long enough on his comfy blanket, we have discovered that the immobile, has quickly become mobile by either rolling or crawling across the floor to end up in odd locations (under the TV, couch, etc.). I dread the day he learns to walk.....who knows where we'll find him. Good thing I do not have my ferrets anymore, having to locate both them and my little one left on the loose would become a challenge.
Well.....enough procrastination, must start moving more things this morning.