Maybe it’s two days. I don’t know. I think I’ve forgotten how to count in the past week.
The kids and I are moving on Sunday and I keep finding myself standing in the middle of the house, turning in very slow, deliberate circles, looking at all that still needs to be done.
Finish packing Janie and Meg’s room, including their clothes. Ditto for Everett. Pack my clothes from the dresser. Pack my shoes. Box up the bathrooms and figure out what we need for now and what can go into storage. Ditto for the hall closet. Get more boxes? Finish the laundry. Deliver Crown Royal. A drum. Light bulbs. Library books. Another Goodwill run. Make sure I have the kids’ birth certificates/passports/immunization records. Book carpet cleaners. And blind cleaners. Not people who are blind to clean, but people to clean the blinds. Google how to store a washing machine. Lid open? Lid closed? Remember where I stashed Janie’s new lunchbox. WORK.
Do you see why I’m turning in circles?
While I’m in Bellingham with the kids, Josh will be at the house, getting things wrapped up/cleaned up/packed up for the movers who come later in the month. I’m not sure who got the short straw on that one — I have to attempt to get the kiddos into a new routine, in a new home and he has to clean the house from top to bottom and finish the packing. Hmm. I think it’s a draw.
Josh and I looked at each other tonight, with eyes of pure exhaustion. We’re having a hard time figuring out why this move seems to be sucking all of the energy out of us and just generally seems so stressful and taxing. We’ve moved many times before and were pretty damn good at it… or so I thought. But, then I realized that it’s tricky packing a house with three kids underfoot. They’re bored, most of their stuff is packed, they can’t run wild in the basement and their naturally feeling anxious about the move. We’ve been going to the playground every morning to get out some energy and pump some fresh air into their lungs, which helps.
I foresee that I’m about 18-hours from the “just throw shit in boxes” phase of the move and I look forward to getting there with every ounce of my body. Also, I reserve the right to bitch about “all this shit just thrown in boxes” in about a week, just FYI.
Someone tell me what you’ve been doing this week and what you have planned for the weekend. Keep my mind off of trying to calculate how much bubble wrap I need, please?
(moving shout out to SKW for having the kids over to play every.single.day. to let me get some stuff done. you’re going out in style, neighbs. i would totally dedicate a song to you on soft rock cafe right now, if i could.)