8:15am This Morning

my doorbell rang.

Yesterday our moving company called asking if they could come by tomorrow and do a "pre-move survey."
Which is basically just a walk through of your house to see what junk stuff you have so that they know what packing materials to bring with them on moving day.

Sure, I said.
No problem.
I'll be here.
Come on ovah.

And then
I
forgot.

So come 8:15am this morning my doorbell rang.
And I.....
well......
I wasn't what you would call
"dressed."

Pajama pants
and a tank top with no br......ahem....northern undergarment
does not an outfit make.

Worse yet.
My house.

Oh.
My.
House.

Is not currently what I would call
put together.

That old addage that you have to make a mess to clean a mess is
well
true.
Very, very true.
And seeing how the contents of near every closet and nook and cranny of this house has been dragged out into the open the last few days as I begin to organize for this move
made my house
well
ugly.
Like ugly, ugly.

I don't think my attempts to pretend as though I wasn't standing there inadequately dressed whilst trying to kick the kids underwear under the bed and out of her view worked.

I don't think it worked at'all.

In fact I'm pretty sure they may show up with trash bags instead of moving boxes.
And say, "Lady, look. There is nothing we can really do here. We are happy to gather this all up and throw it in the back of our pickup but that's all we can manage." 

Yeah.

I have to go now and find my dignity.....I know I left it around here somewhere.....maybe it's under the bed.

Your sympathy is appreciated.