Moving Madness

The insanity continues...
First the Move

I am knee deep in sweaters and winter clothes, which I am attempting to box up in some organized fashion. Caroline was great this morning allowing me to get 2 boxes done. More on her later...
The kitchen is completely moved with the exception of food, fridge contents worth saving, the Kitchenaid (moving today), the microwave, the toaster (moving today), 2 pans (moving today), and the silverware (moving today).
The living room is completely 100% gone.
The dining room is also gonzo.
Caroline's never ending closet is almost empty. All that remains are the clothes she has from now until next Thursday and a couple odds and ends. Oh Yeah and the cat's travel box... I think she thinks we are going to leave her here...
The bathroom - anything we can live without is already in the linen closet at the new house. Once I pick up a new shower curtain pole the bathroom can be set up thanks to Steve's thorough cleansing earlier in the week.
Our room. The bookcases are emptied. The linen closet is almost bare. We just have our clothes to organize and pack up.

When we get back from the weekend we will pack up everything that we don't absolutely 100% "need or I will die without" for the week.

This time next week I hope to be assisting Steve in orchestrating a seamless move of all the furniture and remaining boxes. SEAMLESS I tell you...

Caroline and the move

Until just a few minutes ago I thought there was not a nap to be had. She was yawning and giving me all those tired signs, but after the last week of being completely off any sort of routine and all the stress in general that she has been coping with, she was not to be put down for a nap. I must have missed the memo... I feel so so bad for her. We get to the house with all these grandiose plans of laundry (F-R-E-E!!!!), unpacking, cleaning, organizing, unloading of more stuff etc and she immediately takes the smell of ceiling paint and primer as her cue to commence screaming. She has been nursing more frequently and I have been happy to help out in that respect because I know that it will help soothe some of the stress she is feeling. It was especially difficult yesterday when I was unable to lock the garage door and get to our Moms group. Everytime I opened and closed it she was scared to tears LITERALLY and it just would NOT lock... I called Steve, who reminded me for ohhh about the upteenth time that "we don't live in Compton" (no offense to Compton!) and that as long as the door to get into the hosue is secured we are fine. FYI, he can lock the door like a champ, apparently I am a tiny little pansy...

We went to group, which gave us a moment of familiarity and comfiness. As I was getting ready to leave she demanded a marathon feeding session (great timing kiddo!) and when she was finished she was Gassy Girl, most pained child on the planet. I have only heard her scream this loudly a few times before. It was sad and horrible and enough to bring Dr. Smiley out to check up on us. Not my best Mom moment being unable to soothe my child, but I was calm, which I suppose was remarkable in itself. When her cries became whiny whimpers they helped me put her in a sling and she was silent, soothed, and happy... who knew a sling had these magical powers??? We took it home to see if it will work for us! This morning she nursed HANDS FREE in it while I packed boxes, it was a beautiful thing (something else bottle fed babies can't do!) and then I switched her to another position called the kanga where she faces out and sits in the sling indian style. She also loved this. When that became boring we played on the playmat and then when that got old she moved into her favorite, the Bjorn. All these little gadgets helped me get a lot accomplished and kept her quite happy until I attempted to get her to nap at 10... she has been asleep for about 10 minutes now, after almost an hour of tears... so sad....

I just keep telling her that it is almost over and it will all be better soon...
My car

Not sure if I posted this before, but someone hit my car in our parking lot. It sucked. It was the day before closing and just what we needed. The police here in our town have a crash investigation unit with four officers. Not only did they come out 5 minutes after I called, the officer followed up everyday, sometimes more than once a day to try to find the other car which conveniently had left the scene. Yesterday I got a call at 8 am and a note at our door that he had found the car after some info from us, info from the super, and some kind of super power that I can't even explain. This sweet 85 year old woman who only lives here in our complex when the weather at the beach is questionable came to my door today to apologize (she was near tears, I felt terrible!) and offered to pay for the damage to be repaired (YES PLEASE!!!). So now in my spare time I need to get an estimate and get the car repaired, but at least we won't be paying for it, which is quite a relief. I ask you, where else in the world would a police officer be this thorough in what quite clearly at first appeared to be sad situation where we would never be able to prove anything?!?!





















Faith in humanity partially restored!

I am off to attempt one more box during this soon to be short lived nap... I see lots of car packing and unloading in my future...

We're almost there, we can see the finish line and it is a lovely pallette of pretty freshly painted perfect walls in soothing colors like Lenox Tan, Nantucket Fog, Concord Ivory, Weekend Getaway, Whythe Blue and Prescott Green... fresh walls for a fresh new life...

And just in case you were led to believe that Caroline is nothing but a frowner these days...




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