We have officially been out of our house for 8 days. I spent the last few hours sweeping and mopping, and I really felt like I was holding it together...until I walked by Sam's empty room. The walls were still baby blue, but there were no toys, no books, no crib. I had a small personal crisis, but I managed to pull myself together. We turned off the lights, locked it up, and walked away from our sweet home.
It has been a truly chaotic couple of weeks with no end in sight. I have been told by my husband that I better be happy in this new house because we will live there until we die. Right now, I can't disagree.
Speaking of the new house, we're not in it right now. Our new casa needs quite a bit of love and tenderness before we can actually live there. We are painting every inch of it, changing out some light fixtures, and replacing a ceiling. The paint alone is a pretty big job, but there is no way I'm living with puke peach paint. And I mean peach. Did I mention the country blue paisley wallpaper? No offense if you're into that kind of thing, but it's just not me, so we're getting rid of it.
While we are waiting on the new place to be habitable, we are bunking with my in-laws. They have graciously taken in 2 adults, a 23-month-old, and a stinky Boston Terrier.
The first few nights no one slept. Sam's crib is in their guest room, and sleep doesn't really happen when a soon-to-be-2-year-old rolls over and sees his parents in the same room. He ended up in bed with us several times, which resulted in my getting kicked all night long and Anthony ending up on the couch. We finally retreated to the extra bedroom, which means that we are sleeping in separate twin beds a la June and Ward Cleaver. Let's just hope I don't start turning black and white and vacuuming with pearls on.
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I request that you post before and after pictures of the new pad.
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