Mid December was a moving frenzy over here. Followed by some rest, relaxation, lethargy and snow during our trip home for Christmas. And now we’re moving in to the new house. Things are coming together. Slowly.
As my friend M said the other day, 3 year olds are obstructionists. And being in the daily company of a full-time obstructionist while trying to move all your worldly possessions into a new house can be, well, a real pisser.
We’ve had help from countless friends and A’s dad, for which I am humbly grateful.
I find myself trying to find silver linings these days because my mood is mostly tending towards the negative. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–I’m not a good mover. I like the familiar. I put down roots. I don’t like yanking them, even if it is to plant them 3 blocks away. So I find myself lamenting the new kitchen cabinets and how low to the countertops they are. The fact that we have a single, undivided sink makes my aversion to washing dishes even stronger. The way every window in this place greets me in the morning with heavy beads of condensation. (We had single pane windows in our old place and this never happened?!)
And (case in point!) on the silver lining front, I’m downstairs (downstairs!!!) in the dining room (dining room!!!) typing this while J plays trains and cars with explosive sound effects in his extremely pink room.
It’s moment to moment and up and down around here.
Also, I’ve missed you! While it’s been a relief to take a break from blogging, I’ve felt a loss at the same time. I get so much out of our snippets of blog and facebook conversation. And just knowing that real, live people who grapple with similar things are at the other end of this. You are one of my silver linings. Thank you.