As I was finishing up in the house yesterday, and packing up the car, I figured out a few theories of moving:
First, if you're going to do the mass of your cleaning at night, then don't expect to inspect it by the light of day without having to redo a significant portion of it.
Second, and a close corollary to the first. Don't ever, ever, ever think that glasses or contacts are optional when cleaning out the house.
Third, no matter how empty the house feels after the professional movers leave (and let's take just a minute to thank goodness for professional movers), there's always a shocking amount of stuff left behind to deal with.
Here's a picture of the car full of trash and recycling before a trip to the county waste center:
By the time I got to packing up the car for the trip, I was on decision overload. I'm sure that more organized people don't have this problem, but by the time I got to the point of figuring out what to do with the growler of Scotish 80 beer that Tim got as a going away gift, I just stuffed it under some linens, and hoped that it wouldn't be that final straw that prompted the question of whether we had enough room to bring the dog along with us. Eventually we were able to get everything into the car, and head down the road.
Tim has his own addition to my list of moving theories: Always inflate an air mattress before you have to use it.
And yes, this is a lesson we learned the hard way.
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