We went up to our new house today and got a definite move-in date, which is March 2. They're moving out Friday, the 29th, and then they're hiring somebody to come in and clean really well and shampoo the carpets on Saturday. She is an immaculate house keeper. I have actually witnessed her following her 2-year-old around with a rag wiping whatever she touched. So, when she said she was going to have all this cleaning done, I wondered what could be so bad, but I wasn't about to turn down a good professional cleaning. After we left the house, we went and bought a whole slew of furniture. We actually bought about half of it in January when we thought we were about to move, and the guy was nice enough to let us keep it all there until we were ready to move, which we thought was going to be a month. We went back today to let him know we hadn't forgot about it and picked out a couple more things. We're strongly leaning toward getting a king size bed, instead of keeping the queen we have. We're definitely getting a new bed frame, it's just the size we're going back and forth on. We looked at mattresses today, which is sort of a difficult thing to decide on. We layed on the mattresses and everything, but to get good feel for what it'll really be like, I felt like I needed to kick off my shoes, roll over to my stomach and hike up my leg in my usual sleeping position. I just didn't feel comfortable doing that in front of the salesman in the middle of a store. We went to one store and found a bed frame we were pretty pleased with (although neither one of us felt like we couldn't live without it), but the salesman acted like our negotiations were silly, and he wasn't very nice about it, so we left there out of principle. We just didn't find anything else that we were crazy enough about to pay the price they were asking. I mean, it's one thing to pay a lot for something you love and will keep forever, but it's completely different when you start feeling like you're buying something just because you can't find anything better. We still have 2 weeks. I keep hoping the urge to pack will just hit me without having to muster up motivation on my own, but it's just not happening. I absolutely cannot wait to move -- it's the packing that's getting me. I'm almost to the point where I'm ready to just rake everything out of the cabinets into a box and sort it when we get there, but I'm sure I'd regret that later.
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King size beds are great...of course once you have one you can never go back. I feel your pain about packing though. Fortunately Fauna has been nice enough to do most of the packing so far. I've only had to deal with the big piles of boxes everywhere but they are definitely getting annoying.
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