Moving Tips

Ah, dear Pinterest Pinners, you’ve come to my rescue once again.

It’s been a long time since I’ve moved. It’s been an even longer time since I’ve moved this far. In fact, it’s been forever since I’ve moved this far because I’ve never done it. At least not quite this far.

My last big move was when we came from Michigan to Kentucky, and that was way back in the day when all I needed was a bar of soap and a hair brush and I was good to go. It was a simpler time back then. A 400 square foot apartment, pre-child, pre-homeschooling, pre-accumulatingstuffwithmemoriesattached sort of simple. I knew I would need some kind of help to make this transition smooth.

So I turned to my Pinterest friends, trusting that they’ve scoured the web to find the best moving ideas possible. There were two ideas that were so genius, it’s safe to say that the original posters likely won the Albert Einstein Award last year. (This is not time for you to Google to see if that’s an actual award- I’m not done with my post)

The first idea was to color code the boxes with a strip of duct tape–a different color for each room. The idea is to make it easier for movers/helpers to know where to put the boxes without reading each one individually,  and without you having to direct traffic. The thing is that duct tape is a little expensive if you need several rolls, and if you are using many storage bins, the thought of the sticky residue is a downer.

Sooo, I sent my husband to the store with this idea to see if he could find something along the same lines. He came home with this—are you ready? TADAAAAA!

Electrical tape for marking moving boxes--

Electrical Tape! Equally genius! Cheaper, multicolored and won’t leave residue. My husband might win an Albert this year! (still not time to look it up) The black comes in bigger rolls and so will be used for the garage/catchall color.

The next idea was to make a master list of what was in each box and label the box itself with a letter/number combo. So if I’m looking for my nail polish bottles, I can consult the master list and see that it’s in B2–the box in the bathroom with that same number. What a time saver; no rummaging through each box every time you need a little something. Anyone who knows me, knows that one of the things I hate the most is wasting time. So, I quickly adopted this idea as well. Aaannd here it is (in black and white because the dramatic effect seemed appropriate somehow):

Master List of Madness @

Now, as much as this may LOOK slightly OCD to you, I feel like this just might be the key to my post move sanity. 

Alright well, if you’ll excuse me, the fact that I fell asleep while proofreading this post tells me that my bedtime is quickly approaching.

And now would be the right time to look it up.



*SEND* Oh yeaaahhh. With just one click I had emailed my husband a link which guaranteed us spot in the Homeowner’s Hall of Fame. With this expert advice discovered on Pinterest, I would propel us to new levels of lawn awesomeness.

The plan was fairly simple, pick up a few natural lawn products, apply at the scheduled times, and by the end of the summer we’d be answering phone calls from Home and Garden magazine. Well, while there was no actual guarantee of that, I was fairly sure it would happen that way.

Late spring found us at the lawn & garden center,  as we went through trying find the items on the list. Gypsum to loosen the soil, soil activator to….activate the soil, and Chickity-Doo-Doo. Whoa! Which aisle is that in?!

“Do you need help finding something?”  Hmm, how do you ask for Chickity-Doo-Doo with a straight face? “No thanks. I think we’ve got it.”

We finally found it and headed back home, all the while sniffing a little to see if the…ahem…C-D-D… had any odor.  It really didn’t smell like too much in the bag there and the smell it did have was certainly not as one would think. Maybe because it was dried out, I reasoned, the odor was mostly gone.

And so, we began our yard’s new beauty regimen a few days later with the gypsum. That went fine, and so did the soil activator. Our lawn looked so…activated. We were pretty sure of it. The final ingredient was to be applied in August, and so it waited in our garage.

As August rolled around here recently, I mentioned to said husband that it was time to apply the finishing touch on our lawn. He mowed first, and then had our son shoot the poultry produced fertilizer around with the spreader.

A short while later, I flung the garage door open and was slapped in the face by a pungent odor. Now, if you have a husband, children, or maybe pets you know that this is not all that unusual. Still, this was not your typical kind of whiffy. This was a whole new kind of whiffy to me, a whole new level even.

I saw my husband sitting in the garage with the big door open, trying to cool off. “What’s that smell?” I asked, wondering what he had eaten and how the smell had so filled the garage. “It’s the Chickity-Doo-Doo! -Look every fly in the neighborhood is out here!” And sure enough, as I looked past him, out the garage door and into the yard, it looked like some kind of plague had come. It was unreal.

Gagging, I stumbled back into the house. It seemed like I had read in the reviews before that what smell there was would subside in a couple of days. “What smell there was?” The understatement of the century.

The next day I had forgotten about our little issue, and had decided to go out to check on my garden out back. I opened the door, and smack! There it was again. I looked down at my bare feet and frowned. Even though I couldn’t see that stuff, I certainly didn’t want to walk on it. After donning some shoes, I went poking around the back yard.

What was that? I heard something. The neighbor! He had come out to edge and mow his lawn. I couldn’t bear it if he asked, “Do you smell something funny around here?”– couldn’t bear to admit to him that the torture he was about to endure was our fault. When he disappeared into his shed for a moment, I slipped quickly back into the house. Peeking around the curtain, I spied as he began to trim along the fence, and tried to see if I could detect any nose twitching or sniffing. Hey- did you see that?

I then decided to look at some more online reviews and see if anyone else had this trouble. A few clicks took me to Amazon’s review page for Chickity-Doo-Doo, where I learned that the term “Pee uuw!” has more than two letters. Another reviewer retorted, “I’d think twice before spreading this on grass without top dressing to cover the stink.” ….Interesting. Apparently, I was short one think. It hadn’t been on the lawn “to do” list. Finally, there was the shopper who advised, “if you use the entire bag in one area like your backyard… you will not be able to tolerate the smell for about 2-3 days. I recommend using it right before you go away for the weekend.”

Thank you, I think I’ll do that next time. Maybe the Home & Garden people won’t get here until the smell is gone and I get back.