We moved. And I have to admit, it was pretty stressful. Unless the baby was napping, only one of us could work at a time–contributing to some heavy sighs and stares of resentment that said I’m holding the baby, why aren’t you? or I’m carrying boxes, why aren’t you?
Fortunately we had some incredible help. My mother, God bless her, helped more than she should have. Austin’s family did the same, and on Sunday when we were cleaning the old place in preparation for a new tenant, friends came over and helped out after a humbling S.O.S. from yours truly.
Asking for help is hard, especially when it’s help with things like cleaning out the refrigerator and scrubbing the oven. But they came, during their Thanksgiving break, to help our sorry selves finish the worst part. For that, they deserve a pot of gold.
Meanwhile Waylon started sucking on his finger, making him look a lot like Dr. Evil from Austin Powers. Doesn’t he know that was so ten years ago?
I gots some new things.
Remember The Bazaar? Well it happened and we purchased two fabulous things to hang on our bare walls. My camera has been in hiding (as in, I couldn’t find it in all the boxes) so my phone has been filling in. Excuse the grainy.
Baby Daddy got this for me when I wasn’t looking.
I got this for me when he wasn’t looking.
I also scored a new desk this week as it was a major priority. I had been using a card table we found at a dead hoarder’s house, but it had a hole in it. We finally threw it out during the move, no big loss.
The new one was discovered for a discounted 50 bucks at an antique shop downtown. Love at first site. Photo taken in the store to send to Baby Daddy begging to get it. He didn’t respond. I bought it anyway.
The first few days in the new house were strange. I felt like I was using a stranger’s bathroom. Even the baby felt weird, he kept looking around and making a frown face. All around, morale was low.
Then my sister-in-law, Zoe, came. She brought gifts, orange peels and cinnamon sticks to simmer on the stove, and her mad organizing skills. She opened every cupboard and drawer in the kitchen and completely reorganized it to make everything fit. In fact, there are now empty drawers and shelves. I don’t know how she does it.
All this work contributed to my greatest accomplishment this week: the kitchen and the dining room. Please excuse the hunting lodge curtains that are still on the walls.
Speaking of good deeds…
A few days ago I made the mistake of going to the grocery store, in the rain, alone, with a cranky teething monster. I felt I had no choice; we had moved and were out of all the basic staples necessary for survival; milk, bread, cereal, Bugles… In retrospect, it may have been better to starve.
At about Aisle 4, the baby had enough of that car-seat and started to flail himself forward while howling like a wolverine. One woman said, “Someone’s hungry!” I almost kicked her.
Five minutes of scream-crying later, I abandoned the rest of the grocery list, fumbled through the check-out, and made my way outside. It was pouring and the baby was still screaming. My eyes started to glaze over when an older gentleman saint came over and said, “ I will load your groceries into the car. You take care of your son and stay dry.”
I rewarded him with ugly crying face.
Remember earlier when I mentioned Bugles and you were like, “Wait—Bugles? Weren’t they left behind in the 90s?”
I thought so too until I spotted them on the shelf and decided I MUST HAVE THESE.
You know when you try something you loved as a kid and it’s really disappointing as an adult? (Think: Fern Gully).
This was no Fern Gully.
BabyWay finally cut his first tooth. He is very proud.
There is still a lot left to do in this house, some of which I can’t do alone. So I started a list.
5 days later and I still haven’t unpacked the bathroom stuff.
Yesterday the Verizon man and I were home alone together while he set up the Internet. I thought it would take three minutes but it actually takes like three hours. Three hours in which he (awkwardly) witnessed the following:
Me accidentally letting my nip slip out of said pajamas while nursing my son.
A 26-year-old woman eating Bugles for lunch, in her pajamas.
Four separate swears after tripping over four separate boxes.
One pair of unshaved legs due to not unpacking the razors.
One Year Ago Today. Crazy.
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