I hate moving!

Packing for a move is hard enough as it is. Add to that a preschooler who wants to “help” you and see everything new and exciting you take out of remote hiding places to pack and/or throw away, and who needs attention when you should be packing, and it makes it even more complicated. Now add to the mix a crawling baby who will put everything she finds in her mouth, and it means you cannot leave anything on the floor, plus you cannot start a project during a nap unless you know for sure you will be able to finish it in 45 to 60 minutes. Good times had by all.

It could be worse. I could be packing up to move to a smaller place because I lost my job and I can’t afford my place anymore. So let’s be positive: our new place is going to be soooo nice! With the flooring, cabinets and counter-tops we picked. With the area rug we so painstakingly researched. With our brand new washer, dryer, dishwasher and freezer. Yup, we’re going all out. We managed to sell our “old” portable dishwasher (at a considerable loss considering it was only 4 months old, but at least we recouped some of the cost). That’s good news, but it also means we now have to wash dishes by hand until the move. Oh well, it’s only two weeks and we are planning on cooking much less for that time. I am very excited at the thought of having my very own washer and dryer so I can do laundry any time I want without fighting for the use of common appliances. It will make caring for diapers that much more enjoyable. And the freezer, well, we haven’t actually purchased it yet, but it’s in the plans for tomorrow, because that way we can pick as many blueberries as we can next summer and freeze them instead of restraining our picking because we know there is a limit to what we can eat. Believe me, that limit is quite high. But there’s still a limit.

I’m really looking forward to everything being done. But it’s looking up: we have some friends who will be available to help us move, we have done some serious packing over the weekend, and although there is still plenty more to do, I’m a bit more confident that we’ll make it. Not completely confident. But in better spirits than last week when Zak was sick, I had to single-parent our two children and I was going nuts because I didn’t have any downtime at all. I mean, I’m even blogging, so it can’t be that bad!

Sometimes it’s annoying that our baby will wake up at any noise. Sometimes I see it as a blessing in disguise: it forces me to take some time off while she’s napping.

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