I meticulously folded my entire wardrobe neatly into carefully marked boxes. My husband? Dumped each of his drawers into one giant box and tossed it in the van.

How did the previous owners not know about the “leave one roll of toilet paper” rule?! That’s Moving Etiquette 101.

Note to self for future moves: Tape the bottom of every box. No, seriously. Every box.

The kids kept popping the bubble wrap faster than I could pack the glassware!

Yes. A family of four can survive for a week on pizza, cereal and Chinese take-out.

Moving boxes: for the next few days, your kitchen table, chairs and — if necessary — platform bed.

Waking up in our new home was the best feeling ever. Until we realized that the coffee pot didn’t survive the ride across town.

Good news: The moving truck arrived Wednesday.
Bad news: We don’t get the keys ‘til Thursday.

Ever try explaining to your dog that you just don’t know which box his food is in? It’s not pretty. Poor Max.

When you move furniture, you realize that “heirloom” is just another word for “heavy.”

Gave each kid a couple of boxes and asked them to start packing toys. An hour later? Toys still scattered on the floor…around a really impressive cardboard fort.

We can never move again. There’s not enough pizza and beer in the world to bribe our friends into helping.

We’re finally moved in! Now if only we had remembered to have the electricity turned on today…

I packed my last bottle of wine in a box and labeled it OPEN IN CASE OF EMERGENCY.

I thought I’d sleep in after move-in day. Forgot my new bedroom window faces east. Next on the list? Find the box with my curtains. ASAP.

Just realized my priceless, in-the-family-forever dresser is 40” wide. My beautiful new doorway? 38”.