I can't find myself

Alright, we are moving to Lander in less than a week. I haven't been so good at packing, obviously by my time spent blogging I am procrastinating as best as I can. I went camping last week. (post about that to follow) This week I am feeling the joys of being a woman and I look around my house and am overwhelmed by the ever growing amount of STUFF we have accumulated. My house is an absolute wreck. Olivia's room is all packed but all her toys are in the living room and she is having a great time helping me pack. Why do we move with a toddler in tow? I put one thing in a box she takes out 2 and adds other things that don't belong in that box. Well, finally nap time has come and Livy and I were reading a book and I found a poem in it that describes my house.

A MESSY ROOM by Karen Jo Shapiro

I made a mess.
I let it go.
I used more toys.
The mess did grow.

I lost some crayons.
I spilled some glue.
I pulled out books.
The clutter grew.

And every time
that I would play
I did not put
my things away.

Soon stuff covered
all the floor.
"That's what," I said,
"the floors are for."

Junk all around,
Mess on each shelf.
Till the day I could not
find myself!