|I think we need a bigger pool.|
|finally ... a hydrangea bush|
The food choices become that long lost box of Cream of Wheat, Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup, and dry cereal. I say dry cereal because you have not had milk for three days and refuse to buy any. It's one less thing you will have to move. Your kids become very familiar with take out or fast food or macaroni and cheese or your favorite restaurant that serves alcohol because we all know that is needed.
Your kids DO NOT understand the concept of packed, or being packed, or going to be packed, or will be packed tomorrow. They do not understand where everything went. For some reason your almost four year old remembers that Halloween book, "Room on the Broom," and they want it for story time RIGHT NOW. Can I tell you how many times I repacked the trains ... THREE.
You and your husband HATE EACH OTHER. Then you love each other. THEN you HATE EACH OTHER EVEN MORE. Then you love each other ... eternally.
Movers ... our movers came at 2pm. They were supposed to be there at 9am. I am NOT going to get into this but this was one part I was not in charge of.
Unpacking ... lots more fun than packing.
Cleaning a house ... much more fun than cleaning an apartment.
Backyard. First of all, after 5 years our lawn mower started up on the first try. Score. The boys are in heaven - they can dash where they want and we don't have to worry about any tenants below us. We have the toys out, balls everywhere, toy trucks, and my husband is in his glory with a garage (At least I have a place to send him.)
All in all, we're surviving our move and the kids are being ... CRAY CRAY. They love it which is the most important thing. And so do we. We're not doing this for a very long time.
And Michael and I leave for our 10th anniversary trip WITHOUT kids in two days to Florida. I hear a pool, Minnie Mouse, and many adult beverages calling my name. Not necessarily in that order.
July 21st, 2013