Clockwise from top left: My hot momma (& expert box taper), my husband trying to rein in the emotion, the beginning stages of a hot mess, my girl Cio (AKA The OCD Packer).
Somewhere in the midst of approximately 1,000 boxes, I have officially lost my sanity.
Our bed/couch for the last week in our home (PS: that desk is for sale if any of you are interested), a sweet gift from my husband, & a girl coming to terms with this whole moving thing.
Our beautiful house (& Oleander bush) & some very sleepy puppies (Leia* is SMILING, & Pancho is so over these boxes, dude).
Friday: The house closing went smoothly, although I walked out at one point to find Kleenex (allergies) & found myself taking some deep breaths. Cried a little as we drove away, but overall feeling okay about saying goodbye to our home. Went to a celebratory(ish) dinner that night – Mexican & margaritas – & my saint of a husband sat through the 2.5 hours of delicious ridiculousness that is SATC2. And before you ask, yes, I am one of those girls who loved it. The clothes! The unrealistic lifestyles! New York! GIMME.
Saturday: Was handed a rag & bucket of bleach, then later, a paintbrush. My sister & her husband closed on a house on Wednesday (the 26th – remember, we closed on the 28th), & it needed a little TLC. Although we were exhausted, for the sake of family & free rent, we jumped right in to help. Collapsed into bed that night.
Sunday: Painted. Painted. Painted. Went to a family lunch & later I hung out with Julie, who I’ve known since age 13 & was the maid of honor in my wedding. She now lives in Chicago, so I jump at every chance I get to see her. We did some much-needed & therapeutic summer shopping, & attended a Craft Night later that evening which included seeing my girls Cio & Kathleen. A necessary escape.
Monday: More house stuff, dinner with my family, NEVER HAVE I BEEN MORE TIRED.
Tuesday: Started work again, worked an 11-hour day to make up for the nearly 4-day weekend.
Wednesday: Another long day. Realized that if I don’t blog soon, people are going to think I’m dead.
The plan today is to work, then leave this evening to make the trek to the new house (accompanied by my sister & mom), so we can wake up bright & early Friday morning to clean, make sure the alarm & phone are properly installed, & wait for the menfolk to show up with all the belongings. I foresee this weekend being as equally exhausting as the last two.
Right now, I’m just trying to stay afloat between work & planning for The Big Move this weekend. Stress is a word I should have etched across my forehead. Everything is under construction over here at my sister’s, Michael & I are living out of boxes, & I’ve eaten nothing but junk food for the past 2 weeks. My sister, her husband, & Michael are being champs right now, so I’m putting on my big girl panties & dealing with it to keep up with them. I don’t know how people live like this for long periods of time; we’re at 2-1/2 weeks of chaos & at any moment I feel like I could start screaming & ripping out my hair. Other moments are good, like seeing my sister every day & having coffee with her in the morning, & being able to help her during this exciting time in her life. All the comments & tweets are seriously the glue that is holding me together right now; I can honestly say I don’t know where I’d be without y’all. So thanks, thanks for everything. Next time you hear from me here, I should be moved into a little rental a few hours east, with hardwood floors & an overgrown backyard. All I want is to have a cup of tea & sit still for a few hours. Or a few days.
I’m in love with Pancho’s face in both these pictures; our last photo in front of our house (on the way to closing); turning in my house key.
*And yes, Leia got a haircut. I’ll tell that story soon. It’s a good one.
Note: all photos are in/of our old house, I’ll snap some of the new as soon as I can!