We did it! We moved.
Technically, the moving company moved us. They showed up at 7:30am, packed our 1800 square foot, 3 bedroom town home, packed up our 5x7 storage unit and drove it across town, unpacked the truck and were done by 3:30pm. Amazing and worth every penny. They also set up the beds.
The day before we moved, we closed on our old house at 9am. The buyers closed on our house at 3pm. We got word that their funding cleared, papers were all signed and we closed on our new house at 4pm. It was flawless and amazing. Praise Jesus!
We painted the boys' room from pink to light gray. (Yes, they still share a room, it's quite large)
Sage turned 7. We celebrated as a family at Chuck E. Cheese.
10 days after we moved, we left to visit our families.
Annika learned how to pull herself to stand on furniture.
Drew's sister came home with us for 10 days.
I attended co-teacher training for our new school.
Annika turned one.
Annika learned how to climb up the stairs.
The next day, Annika fell down the stairs. (Somehow she stopped herself about 4 steps from the bottom of the floor which is tile, Praise Jesus!)
We have a lot of painting to accomplish.
I'm living in a state of overwhelmed, trying to make a to do list each day that is manageable and things that are important.
What hasn't been important is unpacking Drew and my suitcases from vacation. Our room needs an intervention. An intervention called, put some laundry away and finish unpacking the night stands. I don't know about y'all but our night stands have a way of turning into a bunch of random crap that doesn't really have a home with a lot of books piled on top and around them translating into really fun boxes to unpack.
I don't know how much I'll be writing on here. I feel like there is stuff that I can't/don't want to share and it is heavy on my mind blocking other words from flowing. Life stuff, kid stuff. I don't want to over share stuff about my kids and have them regret it later in life. I don't want to over share my stuff and regret it later in life. Like tomorrow.
Here's what I can share. I need to order a book. A book called Raising A Sensory Smart Child. I read the reviews on Amazon and our occupational therapist recommended it. And I just. don't. want. to. Maybe because it would be admitting there is more going on. Maybe not. Maybe because I'm tired. Maybe because I wonder if I'm giving him excuses for my poor parenting. I don't know.
I do know my 5 minutes is far from over. I have laundry to fold, school books to ready, flash cards to tear apart, and the list goes on.