Progress, Kinda

This was our spare bathroom yesterday morning. Most of the kitchen boxes, empty; and yes, they're stacked in the bathtub.

Just'In has since collapsed all the boxes in the bedroom and in this photo. The stacks grow again as we continue to unpack.

Further motivation, other than Christmas: my in-laws want to see the apartment tomorrow after church. I want to stand at the door and give them a disclaimer: this is still a work-in-progress. A painting half-painted, half-bare, the brushstrokes and brainwork clearly evident. At this point, most of the office is in boxes, and the clutter that covers every surface is just stuff that doesn't have a place yet. Nothing is hung on the wall and we haven't bought stuff like a bathroom rug and a shower rod.

They don't poke their heads often into our space. I hope they don't think that this is the way we normally live: a box as a bedside table, blankets folded and stacked on the floor next to piles of clothes that don't have drawers yet. Empty trashcans with lamps in them.

I've been concentrating on the boxes. I've done all this work, and I still feel embarrassed.