As of tomorrow I will have 10 days until the big move. I am not sure I can wait. My brain is on over-drive. I even bought a book to see if I could be distracted. I can’t even stand the thought of sitting down to read it though.
This is coming from the girl who has moved over 13 times. You would think I would be used to it by now. Maybe because the kids are no longer hands-on and I have more brain cells to think/worry/obsess with??
|They are patiently waiting for a small porton of a poor version of a slurpy - Note, I am NOT in this picture.|
I don’t remember being this excited even though I am certain at some point I was. I feel a little ADD – bouncing from having to do one thing and thinking of ten more, then I forget where I started and pretty soon there are three boxes with one thing in them each in three different rooms and I’m holding a handful of pieces/parts that belong to something but I can’t remember where I put it.
|Its important to have a few surprise bags from Target to open when unpacking - OH YEAH, I forgot I bought that!!|
Since this is the longest amount of time we have been in one place, we have accumulated a lot more and become pretty disorganized. (Don’t worry – those of you who know me –I know you are laughing right now, YES, I have found many things OUT of PLACE, believe it or not!)
I spent at least an hour sifting through a box of cards, letters, and mementos I found at the top of my closet. Geez, was I dramatic when I was dating the hubby. At some point I must have put the letters I sent to him before he was the hubby in my box of things. How did he ever put up with me?? I had to stop reading them because I was getting embarrassed.
Then I found a box of the kid’s letters to Santa, artwork, cards and various pieces of handmade treasures. When you look back at this stuff and realize they will never be that young, you want to display it all over the house. I do have an idea for some of it though.
This made me feel a little bit better about the mound of hard work just sitting in a closet somewhere.
Since by now you understand what an OCD control freak I can be, I typed up a big note with our new address on it and while we were in the car taking a break, I told the kids to memorize it. Within moments we were all hysterically laughing about the name of our new street. The hubby was relaying how he sounded saying the street name to all of the utilities people and then having to explain himself.
You try saying that one in the middle of an address: (for example: 123 Cheshire St.)
or Chesh IRE?
Pretty soon we couldn’t stop trying it in all the different ways with different emphasis and we sounded like a bunch of idiots after awhile. In the middle of the laughing and chanting, I was trying to explain the Cheshire cat and how if you smiled real big and made your lips really thin, you could say Cheshire perfectly. (I know you are trying it right now)
which really made everyone laugh and then every part of our address came out with the CH sound in front of it so we sounding like a bunch of no lipped wierdos.
We will never be able to say the name of our street normally again.
Despite the craziness, disorganization, anxiety and worry, I think we will all remember this time. How could we forget?