little bitty girl

I would like to preface this by saying I love Stefan very, very, very much. He is almost always my favourite person in the whole wide world. When he was away to Australia in August, I missed him terribly.

Now that we are down to our final month at the loft, I would like to say, I very much wish that he was back Down Under. The man is making me crazy.

I've spoken about this to numerous girlfriends who also have co-habitating boys and the verdict is all the same: They simply are not the same species.

There is no sense of urgency, no feeling the need to purge, no nothing. This happened the last time as well when I helped move Stefan. I basically packed 90% of Stefan's things. If it had been left up to him, he would simply pack on moving day.

It's not so much that we have a lot of furniture, we simply have a lot of miscellaneous "stuff" accumulated from over the years. We also have the issue that a big chunk of our furniture won't fit which means we will have to sell quite a number of those things in the next week.

This has been the boy's reaction to things so far:

We have to pack soon (Why? We still have a whole month, I don't want to live in boxes.)
Let's give away these skis from the 90's, you don't even ski anymore (Hey! They're vintage!)
I am going to start packing the dishes and serving plates that we are not using (Why don't you just pack our underwear too?)
Geez! Do you even wear these shoes? (They were expensive! They could come back in style...)

Hmmm....yes indeed. Those shoes do look very well worn and loved these past 5 years! The man is purposely trying to push me over the edge.