One week later
A week ago, I was up at 6am, stomach churning, waiting for 10am to come around and the closing on our new condo.
This morning, I'm sitting on the floor in front of our fireplace, just shooed the girls out the door to walk to their new school, sipping coffee and typing on my laptop that's propped up on a small cardboard box, as the fan is still dead, and my computer desk is still at the old condo. :D
The kitchen is cookable, though not yet arranged to my liking, and I've a stack of boxes bigger than my hutch to go through yet. Need to set up the wire basket racks at the foot of the basement stairs before I can dig into those. Man, do we have the kitchen stuff.
The girls' rooms are good, though plain right now.
Tom and I rearranged our bedroom last night. Thank g-d for those plastic carpet sliders, as the dressers are heavy beasts even without clothing in them. I think all of my clothing is unpacked, and Tom's still got a few boxes to go through, so we're doing good there.
I go this morning to fill out paperwork for the new job. Mari has a sleepover tomorrow, Brigid a playdate. We're hopefully going to put a dent in the sea of boxes in the basement on Sunday. Monday I start work.
I've noticed I seem to like to do the most stressful things in life in big chunks. Last time, in the space of 12 months I had a baby, got divorced, moved and started a new job (the last 3 in the 3 week period). This time, in 7 months I got married, moved and will start a new job. No deaths in there (knock on wood) - this is as close to "all the stressful things" as I want to get. LOL
You know what, though? Other than the nerves last Friday - and who wouldn't? A mortgage is no small thing! - I've not been stressed about any of this. Not really. Worked up here and there, wondering if I'd be ready in time, hoping I'd get hired so I could quit my old job, sure. But not really stressed. I think it's because I knew and I know that we're doing the best possible thing for our family, in more ways than one. The excitement over that really pushes any stress right off the plate.
And now there's a male cardinal out my window. What a beautiful morning.
This morning, I'm sitting on the floor in front of our fireplace, just shooed the girls out the door to walk to their new school, sipping coffee and typing on my laptop that's propped up on a small cardboard box, as the fan is still dead, and my computer desk is still at the old condo. :D
The kitchen is cookable, though not yet arranged to my liking, and I've a stack of boxes bigger than my hutch to go through yet. Need to set up the wire basket racks at the foot of the basement stairs before I can dig into those. Man, do we have the kitchen stuff.
The girls' rooms are good, though plain right now.
Tom and I rearranged our bedroom last night. Thank g-d for those plastic carpet sliders, as the dressers are heavy beasts even without clothing in them. I think all of my clothing is unpacked, and Tom's still got a few boxes to go through, so we're doing good there.
I go this morning to fill out paperwork for the new job. Mari has a sleepover tomorrow, Brigid a playdate. We're hopefully going to put a dent in the sea of boxes in the basement on Sunday. Monday I start work.
I've noticed I seem to like to do the most stressful things in life in big chunks. Last time, in the space of 12 months I had a baby, got divorced, moved and started a new job (the last 3 in the 3 week period). This time, in 7 months I got married, moved and will start a new job. No deaths in there (knock on wood) - this is as close to "all the stressful things" as I want to get. LOL
You know what, though? Other than the nerves last Friday - and who wouldn't? A mortgage is no small thing! - I've not been stressed about any of this. Not really. Worked up here and there, wondering if I'd be ready in time, hoping I'd get hired so I could quit my old job, sure. But not really stressed. I think it's because I knew and I know that we're doing the best possible thing for our family, in more ways than one. The excitement over that really pushes any stress right off the plate.
And now there's a male cardinal out my window. What a beautiful morning.