Ten days since I posted last! Wow, it’s been a crazy ten days too. This is what we’ve done:
My husband has separated from the military after eight years
We closed on our first house
Lived in our new house without any furniture for a day or two (after living in our old house for two or three days without furniture)
Had our boxes delivered
Did the final inspection at the old house (it’s a military thing)
I’ve been unpacking during the day and you know, doing the mom thing
Andrew has been working (with nary a day off except weekends)
We stripped the wallpaper from one room, I stripped the wallpaper from the wall in the kitchen, and I’m still working on the bathroom, Andrew has ripped up the carpet and then the tiles from the floor, then ripped the tiles off the ceiling, then scraped the glue off, and then patched it up, and then sanded it again and so on and so forth
We’ve gone to Lowes and Target again and again and again
We switched all bedrooms between upstairs and downstairs
More unpacking
More feeding and supervising of children
Oh, and “hIkea” as my kids call it and we need to make one more trip there
There’s been potty-training regression, emotional outbursts, tears over outgrown toddler beds, testing of boundaries, temper tantrums (by adults and children), and way too much fast food
I was holding steady with my last weight watchers weight, but the last five days have been emotional stress eating overload
I panicked and freaked out on probably five different friends about my issues over our upcoming second year home anniversary
My husband had a birthday
I’ve been moving boxes all over the house because the movers and packers did a crap job of labeling/putting things where we asked, but at least nothing has been broken
Boohoo has a birthday party coming up this week
I have sprained my ankle, nearly broke my toe, sliced a knuckle, jabbed the side of my hand, and cut my finger
My mom is coming into town tomorrow and my dad will arrive on Saturday. I am so looking forward to seeing them! I haven’t seen my dad since Christmas and it’s been two months since I’ve seen my mom. I’m super excited and so are the kids. It doesn’t hurt that my mom is an organizing and cleaning machine and she will do in four days what I haven’t been able to do in a week. It’s a little humiliating, but I’m desperate! lol. My head has been a mess lately as we come up on this anniversary and I take stock of where we are. There’s been lots of crying and I’ve felt my hope bottoming out again. I’m looking forward to my parents being here to get me out of my own head a little bit and bring a different atmosphere to the house for a few days.
It’s gonna be good, but probably not lend itself to much blogging. I have no doubt you guys will be fine without me for a few more days though! Has it been crazy for anyone else? Do you have a moving horror story to share with me? I have a really funny one, but it’s kinda personal so I’m not sure if I’ll be sharing it or not. You can beg if you want to.
I've moved so many times, I could fill an entire day with moving stories (never with the kid, though). Here's one about us moving out of New Jersey for the last time. The moving van had left, and all we had left were odds and ends, the houseplants, and the cat. I carried the plants down the stairs, one by one, two by three, and my husband packed them into our little car. Then he turned to the cat carrier and said to me, "Are we done? Ready to put Trixie in?"
ReplyDelete"No," I said. "There are more plants in the back yard." We then went and got the 8 biggest plants - floor plants, really, by that time. (Plants turn into kudzu in my presence.) And this was after giving half my plants away to neighbors - literally, I kept less than thirty of them.
We crammed them into the car somehow, pushed our seats all the way up to make room, and finally stuck Trixie in the back seat - where she yowled for six hours straight, including an hour-long traffic jam at the Tappan Zee bridge. We couldn't stop because there was no easy way to get the carrier out again, and it was really hot that day - if we'd turned the A/C off, she would have roasted.
Since our house wasn't built yet at that point, we drove to my parents' house, where my father offered to let Trixie loose in the yard. Argh. Fortunately he didn't, and we were fine (other than having to wait another 4 months for our house to be built).
Not horrible, but maybe a little funny.
Congrats on the beginning of your life after the military! My husband got out 3 years ago, and got recalled a month ago. Ugh. Civilian life was fun while it lasted... we moved 8 times and none were funny... The Lord had something new and wonderful for us at every duty station.
ReplyDeleteThe packers did manage to get one extra cookie sheet in a box once... bent at a 90 degree angle so it would fit in the corner...
I pay 10 cents for each of those little numbered moving tags from the furniture, so my kids will round them all up. I pay a quarter if they find a different colored one from a previous move, though. :)
Best wishes on your new home!
Maria
My one moving horror story was when we moved from Dallas to Boston, the moving company, Mayflower may they die in agony, kept our stuff, EVERYTHING, in a warehouse for seven weeks. They wouldn't ship it. They didn't care. They didn't give money back or make up for it in anyway. I had an 8 week old, no crib, no clothes, no toys, supplies, no bed, no chair to nurse in, no pots and pans or dishes. I didn't want to buy it because "any day" our stuff would come. My husband got poison ivy trying to clean up our back yard and had to start a new job. Our first few months here were a nightmare. But now, thankfully, a distant one. - Here is me begging...
ReplyDeleteWhen we were moving to DRC (my first time living overseas), my husband had to go two weeks before me (and before our house was packed up, so that was left for me). I had a six week old that was very "colicky" (that's a nice way of putting). One of my lower moments was trying to finish packing with her screaming and screaming, and I was so so emotional. Me trying to calm her down hour after hour. Then one of my best friends coming in the house picking her up and she immediately stopped crying and fell asleep. I completely fell apart and cried for hours. We decided we would never do that again...
ReplyDeleteWow, Jamey that is crazy!!! Way to go for maintaining a bit of sanity and being able to form coherent sentences! Moving is the PITS, and we have really not had much to complain about (so I can't imagine the "no stuff for days" bit!!). Or at least I am thankful for small graces like a HORRIBLE MEMORY!!!!!! Hang in there and let me know if you need anything! I live reeeeeeally close to IKEA! :) Oh and I LOVE that your parents are coming! That will be so awesome!
ReplyDeleteEmily
Just finished reading from the archives to current, nice to "meet" you and catch up to today :) couple comments-
ReplyDeleteYesterday's post and a comment on a comment who said it's not you it's her. I have zero experience with adoption, rad etc but I'm gonna throw it out there and say its not you, it's not her, its her trauma (not that it makes after respite behavior any easier)
Moving stories- I remember one house i didn't have a couch for months, my 3 yr old (at the time) and I just hung out on the floor on pillows lol moving out of that same place my 2 friends and I slept on the floor with sweaters covering because I was so efficient as to move all the pillows and blankets already :P
Last I just want to thank you for sharing your life. We live very different lives, I'm a Canadian single mom of 2 girls BUT reading your blogs so often I think gee she reminds me ao much of myself!
Anyways just wanted to comment since I'm finally caught up to present day, all the very best to you