I'm taking up Boxing...

It's not even funny. No, seriously, I don't have a single funny thing to say about living among the Stonehenge of boxes here.

I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if all we were renovating was the kitchen. I could have designated one other room in the house as the holding area and maybe hung some curtains around it so I wouldn't have to look at the clutter 24/7. But, because we're changing something about every room on the first floor I feel like I'm in the life size version of one of those little junk puzzles you used to get as a prize from the dentist. You know the one where you have to slide the little plastic squares one by one around the track to form a picture of a zoo animal or firetruck or something.

Welcome to my mess... pull up a box, we'll chat.