The third move of 2013

Well folks, we are at it again. It is official. A little Victorian was just a little too small. So today we moved into the ski hill house. I told you about it already, and it really is amazing. It doesn't have the same charm as the Victoria, but it does have some grace that our family needed. A little more space. A few more lights. A beautiful yard. And owners who care just a little bit more.

So all the excitement started a week ago when I started prepping and painting in the house. Our lease officially started Saturday so I started moving in some boxes. My goal was to get the entire kitchen moved before Tim came home from his Utah trip this morning. We are only four blocks away from our old house, so I figured we could just run down to the new house for meals if the rest of the moving took longer than planned. Everything was going great and according to plan until my car broke down halfway through the moving on Saturday. I was super annoyed, but the children were having the time of their lives and didn't even notice. I was more than willing to spend my entire Sunday schlepping crap. But in the end we just had a slow easy day and didn't worry about it. Tim got home this morning (Monday), and we went straight to work. I reminded myself before he got home that working together on something doesn't always mean doing what I want. I had a hunch he was going to be spending a lot of time packing up things like the basement and the storage and unpacking things that didn't matter to me. So I just made a list of stuff that had to be in the house by the end of the day. I focused on getting that stuff to the new house. Period. The kids blankets, pillows, their clothes, their panties, the pull-ups, diapers. We both had the same goal: we wanted to sleep here tonight. But again men and women think very differently, and I was thinking those bunkbeds need to be assembled by 4 PM. And Tim was thinking -- wow -- the patio furniture needs to be rearranged. So it did get a little crazy, but like I said, I had prepared myself and was ready for whatever. I had my list of a bunch of stuff that I had to do, and it was just nice that someone had their own list and a lot of other stuff was getting done too.

The girls finally fell asleep in their new room. Quinn and Kenna on the bottom bunk, and Lizza on a mattress on the floor -- top bunk unassembled on the floor beside Lizza. Lizza was way hyper and happy. It was a tough battle. But I won. Amen.

Turns out moving four blocks is not nearly as stressful as moving out of state. But there is still that confusion of where things go and that slight sadness about everything feeling unfamiliar. And then there is the inability to sit and relax to enjoy the new house until EVERYTHING is as it should be and where it should be. Onward to tomorrow!