I mentioned briefly last week, I am attempting to keep my head above water as we balancing living with half unpacked boxes, working and generally living life. OMG, I don’t know what is worse: not finishing what I started or not even getting to what I had planned to do. Yes, I forgot, mentally, how tiring a move can be. Although we moved one street over, just 5 minutes away from Lee Avenue, it is still an adjustment. But it is an awesome adjustment at that. I love our new space and every time I walk through the door, I feel that I am at home.
My lovely parents took Rowan for three days the weekend we moved. They feed and entertained my busy 2.5 year old girlie for 72 whole straight hours! It was just enough time to get Rowan’s room set up and ready. It’s far from being “done, done” but it’s functional and has all the important things like her clothes, toys and her “big girl” bed. When Rowan came back to the new house, she was a champ. Seriously, this kid is pretty easy-going. I didn’t fully appreciate how resilient kids can be until we made this major life transition. Rowan rolled with the punches with a happy upbeat attitude. Now the dog on the other hand…
Charlie Pup did not do as well as his younger human sister. He knew something was up around June 3oth when Aaron brought home empty cardboard boxes and masking tape. Every time we packed a box, he looked us with a hint of disdain in his eyes. On the day of moving we kept him by our side and took him for lots of walks . He is better now, three weeks in the new house, but still looks relieved when we come home. He always looks relieved when we come home but more so lately.
Aaron and I did well the day of the move. We were a real team, dividing up chores and responsibilities. We unpacked 22 boxes in one day! We also took advantage of the bebe free time and went out for dinner two nights in a row! Seriously, who are we? All the excitement has worn off as we settle into our new space and routines. I still have to remind myself that our new home a work in process and should be a labour of love. I love thinking and planning how to personalize our space, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, in full on panic mode, thinking that I everything should be unpacked and neatly put away. Seriously, I could always win gold at the worry Olympics.
So to sum it up: we love our new place; we are exhausted and navigating our new reality!