I don’t know about anyone else, but one of the biggest nuisances on a busy day, to me, anyway, is figuring out what’s for dinner. When we moved last time, I decided to do two things:
- Set a clear end to our work day, and
- Pack End-of-the-Day boxes for the first few days.
Those two things went over well. First of all, most people, or at least most people in this house, are task oriented appreciate a defined ending to the task at hand. It was helpful for the kids to know when they could stop unpacking, etc. for the day. For that move, the ended of the day was dinner time. Second, each End-of-the-Day box contained almost everything needed for making a quick dinner and easy dessert. I had a shopping list of the perishables that were needed, but it was a short list and there was no thought needed by that time if we had not already picked up the necessary item or two. I wish I had kept a list of the meals we did so that I could do it without having to think it through all over again!! Oh well. Lesson learned.
Besides the meal, each box included snack foods and other treats that we don’t normally
waste spend money on, table service, everything necessary to prep and cook the food (cookware, utensils, oil, ) a dish cloth and towel for clean-up, and a dvd that we hadn’t seen in a while. I believe I also put a game in one or more of the boxes just in case anyone was up for more than just sitting in front of the television. The move was pretty emotionally draining for everyone, so I wanted to have something fun available just in case anyone was up for it.
We were all pretty tired that first day after being on the road all night, dragging stuff in from the trailer and setting up the basics, so all of us were ready to crash by dinner time. The youngest, 14 years old at the time, liked the boxes and looked forward to opening them once that first box was revealed to them that first evening. Middleboy had just been ripped away from his whole life so I think he had other things on his mind. I don’t recall getting any feedback from him one way or the other. Oldest didn’t come, but he likes fun surprises. The Mister doesn’t do frills so it didn’t matter one way or the other to him as long as we didn’t starve to death. This time we aren’t moving a million miles from everyone and everything we know and love, so it’s not such a big deal, but we still need to eat, so I’m going to try to do it again just for the fun of it.
For the last move I packed sparkling grape juice. My wise friends advised against it since carbonation, glass and bouncing around in the car are not a good combo, but I really wanted to have something special in the first box. The week we moved, I placed it into two sealed garbage bags, wrapped it in a lot of bubble wrap and then nestled it into a bath towel inside the first day’s box. It survived! Yay!
Now to get some boxes and get busy!