I’ve been sleeping in my new house for 5 days now. It’s lovely. I’m sleeping better now that I have a/c and a quieter neighborhood. Internet got hooked up yesterday, so I thought I’d sit down and write a bit.
The move has been wonderful and hellish at times. I’m going to choose to focus on the wonderful. Because the emotions that go into buying a home are a little bipolarish. At least in my mind. You are so thrilled and excited, yet so overwhelmed at the same time. It’s very confusing for the brain.
And, speaking of confusing, I kept wondering what my littlest was thinking this whole time. So, here are a few of what might have been his thoughts the last few days. After all, for an 18 month old, moving is DEFINITELY confusing.
The day our offer was accepted. “Mommy and Daddy are excited! Our house sure is hot”
A few weeks later. “Mommy and Daddy sure do seem stressed about something. Where did all these boxes come from? Why is it still so hot in here?”
The week before: “Where are all my toys? Man, I need a cold shower.”
Two days before: “Do you like the gash I got in my head yesterday? Even I’m not sure what happened. You did put my cousins in charge while you were busy. At least I get to sit ON the kitchen table to eat breakfast. I wonder what they did with the chairs?”
“And, by the way, just so you know, later I’m going to eat some paint. Ok?”
The day of: “Don’t worry, Dad. I got this. I can move my own bed. Wait. Why are we moving my bed again? Oh, who cares, I am carrying something big and I like it.”
“Where do you want this to go?”
“Wait. You expect me to sleep in this new strange house and share a room with my brother? I will, but only because it is 15 degrees cooler in here. “
Three days after the move: “And I get to stay outside until it’s dark and hold fire? I think I am going to like it here”.
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