Ah, two weeks from today the moving truck will pull away with all our earthly possessions stowed inside. I will have been sipping lemonade while watching the strong and oh-so-careful packers gently tuck things into boxes as if they were their own. We can then hop in the car for a leisurely cruise in our SUV across these United States to beautiful, sunny, Atlanta. Our six children, who have been magnificently entertaining themselves since school got out, will sing songs, read books, and tell awesome chicken/road jokes along the way. We will memorize our "Family Move Scripture", and perhaps make up a song with lyrics about all the things we will miss (or not miss) about Minnesota. Everyone will be sure to use the rest room PRIOR to leaving the gas station, and nobody will want that nasty cuisine from restaurants that begins with "Mc". Along the way, we will strictly adhere to bedtime routines while staying in hotels. We will arrive in Atlanta refreshed and ready for our new life to begin.
Upon entering our new abode, I will have personal revelation about which furniture will be assigned to which room to prevent having to rearrange the heavy items once the movers leave. I figure it will only take 3 or 4 days before I find "a place for everything, and everything in it's place", just like my mother taught me. Then we can spend the rest of our summer at the pool while reading summer book lists so we are all ready for school to begin.
Yes, I think this is going to go just swimmingly.
Don't you?
