Posts Tagged ‘moving sucks’
A Much Needed Break
This weekend was exactly what I needed. I literally have not left my home since I got home from work on Friday night. Ah-Mazing.
I got to spend some much needed one on one time with my boys. I have really been missing them this week. Last week, while trying to get the house ready to move, I sent them to their Mom-Mom’s on my days off so I could get some things done. It helped me tremendously…but it broke my heart to not be able to spend that time with them.
The boys are loving the new house, there is much more room for them to take over with their thousands of trucks and blocks and balls and pointy things that hurt when I step on them.
They are also big fans of moving due to the boxes required

Jimmy managed to snag the best seat in the house

Then? The best thing that could possibly happen on a weekend when you don’t want to leave the house happened. It started to snow! We had some snow last year that I am sure Chase doesn’t really remember and this is for sure Jimmy’s first real snow, other than the storm he was born during.


The boys stood at our slider and watched the snow come down all day, but Chase was being elusive and didn’t want his picture taken. Stinker.

All in all it was an amazing weekend home with my babies, who are getting so big so fast.
Even my Cullen baby is growing up and now has grown in his front teeth, so I no longer have a baby vampire..

And Chase? He is just getting more and more grown up right before my very eyes.

Out Like Shout
Dudes.
Moving sucks balls.
It rained. It was cold. Shit was heavy. Small men were pissed.
I had to get creative with a few things:
Moving clothes in the dresser drawers in the rain? Bad idea. Duct taping opened trash bags to said drawers to keep my unmentionables dry? Good idea.
Packing and moving all the cleaning supplies before you clean the old house? Bad idea. Discovering that there is almost nothing that Windex can’t clean? Phenomenal.
Don’t feel like having to rewash all your dishes once you move due to using newspaper to wrap? Screw it, I blew through 7 rolls of paper towels to avoid that very thing.
The list goes on and on. I threw out things I didn’t want to deal with moving. I finally got rid of those size 4’s that my child bearing hips will not allow me to wear ever again. There are NO teeny tiny baby clothes in my house, and damn it feels good.
I realized at the end of the day that I was too short to pull down the hardware for the curtain rods…so I left them there. Maybe hopefully it will help make up for the craters our baby gates left in the doorways.
Onward
Boxes are stacked against all the walls, their destinations scrawled across them in black.
Boys Room
Kitchen
The cabinets are empty and the beds are stripped. For the first time, there are no toys on the floor. Not one. The bookshelves are bare. The laundry room is clean, and there are no clothes strewn around. All of our pictures and memories are carefully wrapped and placed lovingly into more boxes.
Chase turned one in this house, and then turned two. We got the news of Jimmy in this house, and then brought him home to it. This was Tuckers last home. I’ve spent hundreds of hours in the upstairs hallway pacing with a colicky baby, and the rug shows evidence of it. We’ve made countless bottles standing half awake at the sink in the kitchen. So many baths have been given. There is still a hint of one of Chase’s coloring escapades on the wall. Jimmy took his first steps here, and Chase said “I love you”. So many memories.
Moving to a new home is always bittersweet for me. The excitement and new possibilites are mellowed by just a bit of sadness.
We have only lived here for two years, but what a huge two years it was.
14 Days!
We are moving in 2 weeks.
Um. Holy Shit.
Originally we were all set to move on the 15th of December. Would have been challenging, but possible. 2 weeks? Not even close to being in the realm of possible.
I have 5 days off until the 1st. 5! One of those being Thanksgiving, so you know my FattyPattiness will be spending that day stuffing myself with all the yummy food that my mother in law will make. NomNom. No amount of packing will keep me from diving head first into my plate of mashed potatoes and gravy, and pumpkin pie.
So that leaves 4 good packing/productive days off. I am so excited to move, I really like the new house we are renting and I think it will be great for the boys. I am just so overwhelmed by the amount there is to do.
Not only do all the closets need to be packed…but they need to be gone through. I’ve been spending my mornings convincing myself that it’s OK to be donating all the teeny tiny baby clothes. That it’s OK that I am getting rid of the nursery decorations and am redoing their new room. That it’s OK that I gave away the swing and jumperoo. That it’s OK that all my size 4 jeans are being donated because this mama’s hips will NEVER go back to where they were, regardless of how skinny I become.
That it’s OK for them to grow up…and maybe us too.


















