Six days until moving day. Am I excited? Yes. Dreading the unpacking? Oh, yeah. But moving from a townhouse with neighbours peering in every window to a real house with only a few neighbours peering from across the street is a nice upgrade. (So are the granite countertops, but that's to be expected.) However, moving with two small children is infinitely more challenging than moving with just one big child. (aka The Husband) Reece is small enough that he has no idea what's going on, other than the really funny sound that boxes make when they hit the floor and make him giggle hysterically. (Didn't I hear once that children don't need toys; only boxes and wrapping paper? Too true.) Caleb, however, is another story. Everything that he might have some small form of attachment to must be leaving his life forever as it enters the box. The word "storage" has become a bottomless abyss where his toys and movies have gone to do fun things without him for the rest of eternity. Granted, he's never moved before, but he's awfully smart for a three-year-old, and should understand these amazingly well thought out explainations that Mommy has provided. (because I know everything, for your information)
Shawn, for his part, has been impressive. The entire studio was packed ten days (yes, 10!) before the move. He's got the moving truck and moving buddies arranged. (I conveniently booked the gas and phone companies to come to the new place on the morning of moving day, so I'll be unable to help load the truck. Oh darn.)
So my house is a disaster, but you know what? I don't care. In a week this won't be my house anymore. Oh, I know, I have a new one to keep clean, but it's so much more fun to keep a new house clean while you try to find a place for everything. Six more days!
Oh, and only twenty-six more days before I go back to the bliss of a nice quiet office for eight hours a day.....eight hours where I will not hear the word "Mommy"......Work? Heaven? It's a fine line....