Moving is a lot like being pregnant, at least for me. I never had swollen ankles pregnant, however and I've had them every day since we started moving. Other than that the similarities are endless. I'm tired, starving and grouchy all the time. I'm having weird dreams. I'm disheveled and self-conscious all the time. My memory's shot.
The other day I had my first contact with the legendary P next door. It was the morning after the first night we spent in the house on air mattresses/pack-n-play/sleeping bags. I was painting Isaac's room I had the window open and P climbed up on his fence and shouted to me "young lady your back lights have been since last night." Whoops. I'm batting a thousand on the first impressions with the neighbors front.
I also got a few things from the kitchen at the old house so I could make dinner early. I chose frozen ravioli because I had tomato sauce and all I had to do was boil them.
I continue to hit the wrong switches to turn on lights and fans. I made sure diapers and tampons came over I'm not completely in competent. I however manage to leave ALL the garbage cans until the end. Duh, maybe we need more than one. Also, double duh you can pack in them! I felt so dumb when I finally started loading things into the garbage cans and bring them over. They get unpacked a lot faster than boxes because they need to be used.
I had my Easter decorations up before we moved in, but until today I only had two days of my own clothes at the new house. Everyone else had their whole wardrobe by yesterday. It's a good thig we've had the washer and dryer have been hooked up the whole time.
Also, like pregnancy moving is hard work. You almost always want to quit before it's done in both cases. No amount of preparation makes the end any easier. In the end though even though you're glad it's over it was totally worth it.
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