Going through the big D

and I don't mean Dallas. Oh my word I thought I was going to be arrested today..... My husband drove me over the edge.

We went back to the old house to try to grab a car load of things. I had a list and while some things on the list were important, others were not so much.

I started making a pile to carry out to the road because our driveway was full of snow. After a few minutes The Hubby came in and said "we are almost full so no more stuff". I argued with him, I have to take this, and this absolutely has to come, and are you sure we cannot fit that. Most of my items were things that we definitely do NOT want to leave. Pictures and other family items like that.

I take a walk out to the car and start moving stuff around to try to get more things in. I did pretty good and suddenly I said "what is in this box", it was the biggest box in the car taking up more than half of the only seat. I looked inside and saw TRAINS. Yes his stupid trains. I lost it, I started screaming at him right there in the middle of the street. I am worried about family pictures, and expensive items (like our cuckoo clocks) and he has taken up all the room with his trains.

Now I have not really forced the issue with the Hubby leaving much behind. I know that this situation is much harder on him than on me. I have left many items behind, and sold even more. I agreed to let him bring both the piano and the organ to our tiny new house.

Then after I was done screaming and we finished stuffing every inch of the car, we left. Down the road about a block he said "I am surprised you didn't yell at me about the music books", I said "what music books", sure enough he decided that a file box full of music books were more important than family heirlooms.