I’m still unpacking, and cleaning, and washing dishes that have been in boxes for the last two years. I am so behind. Yesterday I remembered that I haven’t gotten anything for my mother, or my mother in law for mother’s day, not even a card. I’m usually right on top of these things, but not this month. Too much to do, and only one nico to get it done.
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What a week it has been
We have finally moved in to our new home! It has been a crazy first week. While we were moving in it rained non-stop. Four days of constant rain, so everything was messy and soggy. We have been unpacking boxes, and doing little improvements here and there, and then on Thursday, no hot water. Our water heather went out, and after one night of carrying hot water up a flight of stairs, we got a new water heater installed the next day. We are still unpacking here and there, and picking out paint colors, it has been a lot of fun so far, and I am so glad that we moved. The whole family(including the cats) loves the new house!
Two to go
O.k. I know this is all that I can talk about, but it is truly all that I can talk about right now. I just got the phone call from our closer and we are good to go for Friday! I can’t believe it, we signed the contract over a month ago, and we are now ready to go! I can’t wait! I am ready to close today. We are almost all packed, I’ve been working on the kitchen today, and I’ve gotten all my shoes out of my closet. I’m hardly sleeping out of excitement, I hope I can wait until Friday.
It is really going to happen
I’ve been on the phone all day it seems, with the realtor, the closer, the insurance company, and the many utility companies to get our address changed before Friday. I’m only about halfway done with the address changes, the list keeps growing. Thade has been a little grumpy today, but I don’t blame him, this is going to be a hectic week, and it is only Monday.
I was sick all day yesterday, with a migraine, but we still got lots packed. Our living room is a huge mess, it has become the landing pad for all the boxes. I’m down to bare bones in my closet, and my next to tackle is the kitchen. I am so excited, I can’t wait for FRIDAY!
Kicking and Screaming
I had to run to the store after dinner last night, I needed exactly three things: milk, bread, and bananas. I had to go to the store that I am not too fond of, no matter how many items you need, it takes 20 minutes in checkout.Thade and I got ready and he was really happy to go, we grabbed my bag and headed out.
He was happy to be in the car, singing,”mommy’s car”. This will be easy, I thought. We pulled up to the store and immediately he started saying “car cart”. We had to go to the store with the really cute shopping carts that are car shaped so the kids can drive around while you shop. How can he possibly remember that this is that store? “Wanna walk”he exclaimed as I got him out of his car seat. We made it in, and no car carts on the side that we have ventured in to. I grabbed a basket and headed to the produce. Thade happily put bananas in the basket, only two items to go. We walked clear across the store to get a loaf of bread, which Thade picked out, and happily put in the basket. Finally milk, we were home free,just gotta make it to checkout.
Oh yeah, 10 items or less(isle #10), this isle is a rarity for me, and then disaster struck. We were near the other entrance where a little girl was happily getting in a car cart. Thade had spotted it, and immediately pulled my hand towards the cart. No one was at the check-out, so we had to move back across the store to find a checkout line that was open. “Car cart” Thade screamed, and he dropped to the floor, in a two year old protest against us checking out. I picked him up and made the long journey towards a smiling cashier all the way to isle #1, while Thade is kicking and screaming. We checked out quickly, and Thade was beet-red from screaming. Another cashier offered him a sticker, and he usually loves them, but not this trip. “NO STICKER CAR CART” he screamed in the most guttural tone I have ever heard. I thanked them for their vast patience, and we exited the store.
He wanted to walk, and then threw yet another tantrum getting to the car, and attempted to lay down in the parking lot, so I scooped him up and quickly made it to the car. Kicking, screaming, and tears streaming down his bright pink cheeks, I got him back in the car seat. I felt defeated, I took a deep breath, and called my mom. She told me that it was a right of passage, and I was officially the mom of a two year old. I felt better, she always cheers me up. We headed home.
Today I need to go out and pick up my prescriptions, but I don’t know if I am feeling that brave. At least we have to go to the other store, the one without the car carts.