I really think it's a testament to how miserable moving truly is that it's taken me like 2 months after we moved to even be able to think about writing about it. It's just the worst. But I have a few tricks/ideas/whatever that I've learned from our 7 moves that I thought I'd pass on. Or at least dictate so that I can remember them myself if Matt ever decides to tear my cold, lifeless fingers from this current home, because it will be over my dead body that we ever move again.
The last time we moved I had four kids, ages 9 down to 2 and was a month away from delivering my fifth. It was the worst, although I really shouldn't complain because a few days before my seriously amazing sister, her daughter, and my mom cleaned, packed and unpacked my kitchen for me, which is by far the most time consuming part of moving for a kitchen hoarder like myself. My dad was there too helping out (with vertigo!) and the day of the move we had a ton of friends and fa