When you're moving, there are random moments of peace. They're few and far between and often hard to recognize, but when they hit, you embrace them.
Usually in those moments, something strikes you. Something you hadn't thought of before. Something like, "Wow, when we move, we're going to have to reprogram the DVR."
There are so many little details about moving that you forget about. This week alone, I've remembered 162 of them, including:
- We have to cancel/reschedule all of the utilities.
- We have to withdraw all of our money from our bank accounts and get set up again in Illinois. (This doesn't break my heart. It's a pain, but I hate our bank here.)
- We have to figure out who is going to set up our television and internet in the new house. And when.
- We have to pack up my scrapbook room. Again. (I do realize this shouldn't have been quite the shock it was, but what can I say? Denial's not just a river in Egypt. (Isn't that the saying?))
- We have to coordinate our closing date with our loading/moving date and figure out what to do with our stuff until we figure out where we're going. And when.
You know...the list goes on. You don't think about all these things when you decide to move. You think about the big picture things.
How are we transporting our stuff? Since we don't know that many people here, can Adam lift the entire couch on his own? Who is paying for all this crazy moving nonsense?
And those, on their own, can overwhelm you into a fetal state.
It's in times like this...times when I'm on the verge of meltdown that I do the one thing I know how to do.
I turn on the music...and make my children dance. There really is no other cure for this kind of stress.
Ethan responds with "Um. I'm not really...a dancing kind of guy..."
But Sam pulls out the moves like Jagger:
Love the way he blends so many different genres together, don't you?
Things to note:
1. This was at around 2 p.m. and yes, he IS still in his pajamas. He doesn't like real clothes. I have no idea where he gets this (says the girl wearing yoga pants.)
2. At the beginning, you can hear me laughing. Then you'll see his whole demeanor change. He plays it off, but let me tell you, that kid wanted to be mad at me. I have since stopped laughing for any reason ever.
3. The leg and arms moves and the big finish are worth putting up with all the butt spinning.
4. I love this kid.
Back to the boxes, the packing and the craziness that is our vagabond life.
Have a great weekend!