It's official
We're all moved into the new house!
Last week was a mess. We spent much of the week packing and sorting and boxing and carting and doing everything except sleeping and eating real food (I'm one fast-food hamburger away from a clock tower and a sniper rifle...) Thursday I 'worked from home' half the day and Friday I left early to help move boxes. I'd pitched a fit earlier in the week about just wanting to rent a truck and get it all done at once, but my DH didn't want to spend the extra money. Bah, I say. Bah. Anyway, with the help of cardamom_23 and HER DH, most of the stuff was moved over by late Friday night, much unpacking was done on Saturday and Sunday, I have ceiling fans (yay for coo, air!!!), floor space in the craft room (which is really the guest bedroom, so I need to get off my ass and get some projects done, and more sorting done or there's no room for a bed!) I've managed to make -something- for dinner each night, and we've eaten at the table... this is a big feat for us! Elizabeth's room is almost done (just need to hang up the nets to put her stuffed animals in). She loves having her own bookshelf and toy drawers. And all the wooden shapes are up on her walls again (although I still need to stick up the alphabet and number shapes at some point... that's kind of a gradual thing, though). One of our bookshelves was water-damaged in the apartment, and we hadn't noticed until we tried to move it and part of the bottom fell off... we should have figured, since the next-door neighbours were always complaining about the water in their apartment. The kitchen looks like a bit of a disaster, though, because I don't know where everything should go yet. Especially since there is MUCH more cupboard space than I'm used to. Like, wow, and stuff. Only one really rough moment when we had to clean out the garage of all the baby stuff. There's a sort of finality about that, when everything is gone. If everything is still available, there's always this buried, niggling kind of hope that maybe a baby will just magically land on the doorstep and I'd need it all again.
At some point, I managed to put my sister's cell phone through the wash, and ruined it. Fortunately, it's insured against water damage (she cleans houses professionally, so the chances that it would get dumped in a toilet are pretty high) so I don't have to cover the -entire- new cost for a phone, but I'm annoyed at myself mostly for not checking the pockets of her jeans. I have to check James' pockets all the fricken time, so I should be used to it. *sigh* The kids begged and begged on Saturday night for James to hook up the computers so they could play WoW, so they were a little useless for the rest of the time. :) We did get the cat moved over, although he is a little kerfluffled at having to actually walk UP the stairs to hang out with us at night.
Oh, and let me not forget the amusing incident of doing my first load of laundry in the new house, and noticing, all of a sudden, that my feet were getting cold and wet, because SOMEONE (not mentioning any names *coughhelpfulneighbourcough*) hadn't hooked up the hose. And the fact my dryer door won't open because the laundry room dimensions are WRONG, and now they have to come and rip out a wall. Grrr.
Everything is still a little chaotic, although cardamom_23's son (who is 3) wandered around the house, and pronounced it 'splendid.' I like that word. It fits. Splendid.
Last week was a mess. We spent much of the week packing and sorting and boxing and carting and doing everything except sleeping and eating real food (I'm one fast-food hamburger away from a clock tower and a sniper rifle...) Thursday I 'worked from home' half the day and Friday I left early to help move boxes. I'd pitched a fit earlier in the week about just wanting to rent a truck and get it all done at once, but my DH didn't want to spend the extra money. Bah, I say. Bah. Anyway, with the help of cardamom_23 and HER DH, most of the stuff was moved over by late Friday night, much unpacking was done on Saturday and Sunday, I have ceiling fans (yay for coo, air!!!), floor space in the craft room (which is really the guest bedroom, so I need to get off my ass and get some projects done, and more sorting done or there's no room for a bed!) I've managed to make -something- for dinner each night, and we've eaten at the table... this is a big feat for us! Elizabeth's room is almost done (just need to hang up the nets to put her stuffed animals in). She loves having her own bookshelf and toy drawers. And all the wooden shapes are up on her walls again (although I still need to stick up the alphabet and number shapes at some point... that's kind of a gradual thing, though). One of our bookshelves was water-damaged in the apartment, and we hadn't noticed until we tried to move it and part of the bottom fell off... we should have figured, since the next-door neighbours were always complaining about the water in their apartment. The kitchen looks like a bit of a disaster, though, because I don't know where everything should go yet. Especially since there is MUCH more cupboard space than I'm used to. Like, wow, and stuff. Only one really rough moment when we had to clean out the garage of all the baby stuff. There's a sort of finality about that, when everything is gone. If everything is still available, there's always this buried, niggling kind of hope that maybe a baby will just magically land on the doorstep and I'd need it all again.
At some point, I managed to put my sister's cell phone through the wash, and ruined it. Fortunately, it's insured against water damage (she cleans houses professionally, so the chances that it would get dumped in a toilet are pretty high) so I don't have to cover the -entire- new cost for a phone, but I'm annoyed at myself mostly for not checking the pockets of her jeans. I have to check James' pockets all the fricken time, so I should be used to it. *sigh* The kids begged and begged on Saturday night for James to hook up the computers so they could play WoW, so they were a little useless for the rest of the time. :) We did get the cat moved over, although he is a little kerfluffled at having to actually walk UP the stairs to hang out with us at night.
Oh, and let me not forget the amusing incident of doing my first load of laundry in the new house, and noticing, all of a sudden, that my feet were getting cold and wet, because SOMEONE (not mentioning any names *coughhelpfulneighbourcough*) hadn't hooked up the hose. And the fact my dryer door won't open because the laundry room dimensions are WRONG, and now they have to come and rip out a wall. Grrr.
Everything is still a little chaotic, although cardamom_23's son (who is 3) wandered around the house, and pronounced it 'splendid.' I like that word. It fits. Splendid.