We are moved. It finally happened and it went more smoothly than I anticipated. I had all these nightmare scenarios about how long it would take the movers to pack. That the weather would crap out and they wouldn’t be able to move us. Or they would take one look at our attic and run.
None of that happened. The move went well. Even with temps in the 20′s the old house was packed up by noon and everything was unloaded before 6pm. My sister was awesome and brought over pizza and helped us unpack the kitchen and I learned that my nephew and I are kindred spirits. We both hate seeing boxes and must unpack as quickly as possible.
Although I think we also said we couldn’t set up the theater room until everything was put away. That might have lit the fire under him.
Except for a few rooms boxes are put away (Michael doesn’t need an office anyway) and we pretty much can find what we need. I chalk that up to my OCD tendencies and not because we are that awesome.
Friday night Michael wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but at 11:30 I was still saying, “One more box and then we can sleep.”
Fairly sure he said some not so nice words to me. But all our hard work paid off and we could sit back and relax and work at a more leisurely pace Sunday and Monday .
Okay, not really. As you all know as soon as you move in, that is when things start to go wrong: like a possessed garage door and a washer that refuses to spin the water out of clothes. Nothing like having not done laundry for a week and then have the washer quit working.
Today, I was all set for a nice relaxing back to the routine kinda day and then lake effect snow hit and all the kids are home. It’s fine. Who wanted a normal day anyway?
The kids have all adjusted well. Really well. As if we didn’t move at all. Only Isaac, who is now in his own room, had any real problems the first night. And that was only until he fell asleep five minutes after his head hit the pillow.
I am probably the one who is having the hardest time adjusting. I like to have a routine and the last week has been anything but routine. Today though is better. Even with the snow and frigid temperatures I am feeling more like myself. Which probably means I am back to my grumpy snarky self.
I even bounded out of bed this morning to get my run out of the way before the kids got up for school. Probably the first and only time I will be excited to wake up before 6 am to run. Of course the only reason I got up that early was because I didn’t realize school had been cancelled. Once I got the call though I extended my running time. The girls slept in and Isaac was mesmerized by the new home theater system. The morning went smoothly and I didn’t even run out the door when the babysitter came to watch the kids while I went to the doctor.
Life is good. I can’t complain. My endocrinologist even discovered the reason my winter blahs were so bad. My Vitamin D had tanked. I told my husband, “See the winter really does hurt me. I should spend every weekend in Florida or the Caribbean.” He wasn’t convinced.
Right now the kids are upstairs playing and I am in the living room with quiet. After so many years crammed together in our little bungalow, it is nice to stretch out and have some space.
With the sale of our house set to close next week, I finally feel the stress of the past 3 months exiting my body and I can finally breathe.
As I said. Life is good.