boxes, boxes, and more boxes

It has only been one week since Mike woke up in the morning and said "I'm going to take a drive over to a house." I had no idea what he was talking a about. I figured he was buying something off of craigslist, or looking at someone's yard who had bees, or just taking a drive for the fun of it. But it wasn't any of those things. No, he meant that he wanted to BUY a house. Which means that we have to SELL this house.

I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it means a TON of work.
This weekend we rented a storage unit, and it is already 50% full of stuff.
I have been trying to move things out as fast as I can, but I am just completely overwhelmed.

And I am already sick of packing. It's only been one week, I know, but I am tired of it.
Every night we run out of empty boxes, and everyday when we go out, we dumpster dive for more.

Mike wants the house to be on the market within the next ten days.
I think it would be more realistic if he gave it until the end of the month... but he wants it done ASAP.
I understand him wanting our "little house" to sell quickly, but there are no guarantees.

Then last night he asked me a funny question: What do you think about this, spiritually? How do you think God feels about us moving to a bigger house? I said that if God wanted to bless us with more living space, then He would. He pointed out that if we wanted to do foster care/adoption then we would need more bedrooms. Good thinking.

Shark Bite snow cones, etc.

Yesterday, if I was still a loyal facebooker, my status in the afternoon would have been something like "Pelican Snoballs rock; Noah just ate his first one." He also fell off a chair while I was taking a picture of one of the other kids, hit the pavement with his head, and somehow managed to split his lip open in two places.
Today he has a fat lip.

Diego and Hannah ate some kind of sour concoction called "Shark Bite", and Aliah stuck with her favorite the "princess" snowcone. We went to Hannah's doctor appointment looking like our faces and mouths had been dyed purple and blue. How appealing.

I have had a headache all day. I just fed the kids cereal and raisins for dinner. The little ones didn't complain at all. Hopefully we won't be nutritionally deficient or scarred for life because of this sub-par meal. I honestly hate to cook dinner. Especially when it's warm outside, like it is today (85 degrees here!).

Edited to add: Hannah is boycotting dinner and homework. Fun times.
She swings wildly between "Best Helper Ever" and "Worst Pre-Teen Drama-Queen Attitude".