Moving Sideways

An exploration of moving, life, and exercises in chaos.


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Detailed cleaning list

In order to prepare for the exterminator, and in general get all of our ducks in order, we’ve got to get this place completely straightened out. We’ve been moving, slowly but surely, towards completing all of this. It’s just not easy going with kids, illness, and general exhaustion.

Living room:
Sweep all,
Clear, 
De-Clutter
Organize TV stand
Switch Curtains
Vacuum Couches
Scrub floors and walls

Kitchen:
Clear bar between living room/kitchen
Sweep all,
Clear counters and scrub
Clean fridge and stove
Resort/store all cabinets
Maintain dishes.
Scrub floors and walls

Laundry Room
Organize, clean, and clear laundry room.
Vacuum.

Playroom
Sweep all
Sort toys, organize,
Have Rico clean all his side
Reorganize cabinets,
Move kids computer
Scrub floors and walls
Figure out stroller storage (almost done)

Hallway
Clear,
Sweep,
Scrub floors/walls

Bathroom
Clear
Scrub Toilet, Tub, and Sink
Clear closet,
Scrub floors and walls,
Organize toiletries

Boys room
Clear/sweep all
Strip beds, wash all bedding
Organize shelves and closet
Scrub Floors

Red Room
Clear/Organize all clothes
Sweep,
Organize closet and dressers,

Master Bedroom
All that’s left is
Strip bedding, wash, remake,
declutter,
scrubbing floors

So a lot of rooms are still halfway done, but a lot of work remains. Decluttering is probably going to be the hardest part besides cleaning the Red Room. We got a lot done last night, and were pretty hard on the kids getting them to help. Little Miss Monkey is pretty useless at helping no matter what we ask her to do, Second Banana is prone to dancing/flailing about and knocking into people and things, None of the monkeys listen as well as we’d like, Littlest Monkey is down right destructive and counter productive to cleaning, and Eldest Monkey likes to wander off. But considering they are ages 7, 5, 3, and almost 2, it’s not really surprising.

Add in that I need to clean up the front porch (a cluttered mess), finish mowing the grass, finish hauling the previous tenants junk from under the house and to the curb, remove the ramp to the side door, and clear out our truck, AND make a trip to the store for shelves, brackets, and apples for Second Banana to take to school with him tomorrow,  and it’s pretty obvious why this all feels almost overwhelming. Rico has agreed that getting the exterminator in is the first step towards starting our renovations/improvements.

Insane as it sounds, my first priority after cleaning/exterminator is moving and adding door ways. Having to pass either outside onto the porch or all the way through the hall and kitchen to get from the living room to the family/playroom is ridiculous. We also need to be able to pass between rooms without going through the kitchen when we start renovation in there, which is my second goal. The floors are going to have to be completely ripped up, and I’m hoping to rip out the walled up, space stealing fireplace that’s in there at the same time, and move the stove to the space where the fire place is so that I can finally have a proper hood/vent. Lack of ventilation in the kitchen is a true annoyance for me. Our kitchen renovation budget is pretty low (like nearly non-existent) so we’re going to be saving all the cabinets (they are solid wood, just need a face lift anyway) and all the wall paneling we can for now to make it really work. Most of the money will go into replacing the floor and subfloor, moving the stove, installing a hood, and building a counter for the bar I want to build. I also want to center the doorway once the fireplace is out, and find a way to install a dishwasher. I want to save what bricks I can as we pull down the fireplaces to build raised flower beds (which will probably grow mostly tomatoes, as any good southern lady will tell you). The next big project after that, in my opinion, is a back deck, but with fall quickly approaching we’ll probably have to skip adding the deck and redoing the laundry room into a combination laundry room/second bathroom, and skip straight to redoing our bathroom.

Honestly, I could keep writing forever about my dream plans, but if I do I won’t be getting dressed and doing the cleaning I need to. I think I’m going to finish out the living room today, then see about moving into the kitchen to get some work done between loads of laundry. If anyone is out there reading, I hope you have a fantastic day!


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MRSA, pregnancy, and lots of exhaustion.

Remember that nail I stepped on July 4th that caused me to miss my mothers wedding? Yeah, I contracted MRSA which is still infecting my foot, though I’m greatly recovered since I wound up in the hospital a few weeks ago. Since July 4th I’ve been on 9 rounds of antibiotics. And I’ve been keeping a secret from all but my most beloved and best, that I’m currently 30 weeks pregnant.

Reality is, for us it seems to be 2 steps forward, 1 step back. The house is a disaster, the constant illness has ran through all of my reserves and I have to take it easy in order to give my body what it needs to fight this infection and grow this baby at the same time. Our van suddenly and inexplicably died the other week (engine failure after it threw a rod out of no where), and my husband has been feeling the strain himself. Our eldest two started at their new school in August, and have kindly brought home not only a cough and stomach bug, but Strep which turned into a family wide epidemic and lead to Scarlet Fever. Only Jericho was spared.,

Then his second job decided to cut his hours completely. He’s still technically employed, but they’ve given no one but management more than 8 hours a week. It’s aggravating enough to have to maintain two jobs to get near 40 hours a week, but having to maintain 3 jobs to do so is ridiculous. We’re scrapping by, barely, but it’s a tight and tough thing. My continued illness and pregnancy have made finding work all but impossible, as I can’t stand for more than an hour or two without extreme pain and exhaustion. While he picks up as much freelance art and graphic design work as he can, many people seem to think “exposure” is a viable payment option, so we’re living on the income of just one job most of the time.

Next week we’re dropping money on an exterminator, as our landlords efforts to eradicate the pest problem before we moved in were ineffective at best, but hopefully this will resolve many of our issues and eliminate a main source of stress. It’s a costly but necessary move. This means breaking down the entire house and getting it completely stowed away and spotless. Obviously, this is not going to be an easy task when I can barely maintain the daily standards, let alone heavy duty in depth cleaning and decluttering. On that note, why do schools send home so many papers? I swear I’m throwing away 8 sheets of paper a day that the boys come home with.

So that’s us for now. I’m going to use this blog as a place to post our detailed cleaning list for now so that I have something to go off of to stay on task.


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Yes, we’re still alive!

So, the move at the end of May, beginning of June went tremendously rough, and we’ve run into more problems than we anticipated. Mainly, we were supposed to have 10 people, 5 trucks, and 3 trailers to move with, and wound up with our van, our father in laws 20 foot trailer and truck, and just my husband, myself, and my 60 year old father in law. Everyone else bailed on us. Moving became a 3 day nightmare only saved by a friend who could not physically help us move renting us a 26 foot UHaul to finish the move with. We were away from our kids for two days, exhausted, and ready to just give up by the time Rico and I finished the move.

In the new house we’ve run into even more problems.  We knew that except for getting more space this wasn’t going to be a “move up”, hence the reason I titled this blog “Moving Sideways”. We knew we’d be in pretty much the same boat, and have to build the house up from here. That doesn’t make the plethora of problems we’ve encountered any easier to deal with.

The floors, which we hoped could be made decent with some cleaning and elbow grease, were apparently not cleaned in the entire 14 years the previous tenants lived here. The bathtub was in similar shape, as it took four cans of scrubbing bubbles, an entire box of steel wool pads and an entire box of magic erasers to make it decent. We are fighting an insect infestation they left behind and they were ever so kind as to lock a rat in the cellar, which we had to trap and kill. I also killed a baby copperhead on our front steps the first night here.

The water heater and home heating we were promised were electric (and did not know well enough to check) turned out to be gas, which we hate, and we were without hot water for a month as a result. We have pulled over TWO HUNDRED random nails from the walls, and I stepped on a nail the other day causing me to miss my mothers wedding and have to go to the hospital for removal, as it was wedged between my foot bones. We also found that the toilet is not properly installed and will have to be repaired, that the current owner (we’re in a lease to purchase agreement as the home won’t currently qualify for a mortgage) is resistant to the improvements we feel are urgent (like replacing his half assed hodge podge plumbing).

The previous occupants destroyed all the floors, trashed out all the closets before leaving, and left the hose to their ice maker leaking onto the kitchen floor when they left, as well as apparently never cleaning up any spills in there, making replacing the subfloor and flooring a necessity in the near future.

In other words, we’re in for a lot of cost and work.

The owner is getting an electrician in to “do some work” but honestly, we disagree vehemently on what needs doing. He wants to do cheap “patchwork” while we’d rather wait for investment quality work that we can go half in on. Immediate concern is the rats nest of wiring coming out of the ancient fuse box, as the previous tenants ran their own wiring off the box to where they wanted it (not up to code either).

There is so much we want to do to this house, so much that needs doing, it’s not even funny, and since I don’t have tons of money to plow into it right now I’m just sitting here frustrated.

On my want/need/dream list, some of the items include:

Floors, cover with laminate wood flooring since we’d be pulling and trying to match wood in many places to save the original floors.

Rip out and replace sub floor in kitchen, check subfloor in bathroom.

Add a door between the living room and family room. Seriously, I can only get to the “Main” front door by going through the kitchen. The Family Room is the door we use (there are two doors, less than 3 feet apart on the front porch), and we’d like to have a door from the living room to the family room, and remove the front door that leads into the family room. Ideally, I’d relocate either the door to the kitchen or front door to the opposite side so they are straight across the room from each other instead of in opposite sides of the room.

WINDOWS! All the windows in this house are original, which would be lovely if they they had any sort of insulating effect, weren’t cracked, and were not painted and nailed shut. Seriously. New windows are in the Top Five List.

Redo all the plumbing. My husband used to work as a plumbers assistant, #2 brother in law is a grand master plumber, father in law and BIL’s #1 and 4 work for him, and brother in law #3 used to work with them. While I know they will want paying, since we’ll be able to do a lot ourselves and just need BIL #2 to get the permits and supervise, we should be able to save a ton. Plus that cast iron and the copper piping have to be worth something, right? Seriously, this place is running and draining on a mixture of cast, copper, PVC, and pecs. Rico says he’s never seen such a mess, but the owner is of the “well it works, so don’t mess with it” opinion. Yes, it works, for now, barely, but why wouldn’t we want to make a reasonable upgrade to the system, especially if it means I won’t hear the kitchen and bathroom sinks burbling every time the bathtub drains. If I could get an electric tankless water heater in the mix, that’d be great too.

Update: We heard a crash and a baby cry yesterday evening about 8pm. The bathroom sink cabinet had collapsed on our littlest monkey, who was thankfully saved more than a few scrapes by his push and ride Thomas the Tank Engine bearing the brunt of the weight and damage. When they plumbed the bathroom sink they apparently only put a cut off on the cold water, not the hot, so I have a half attached sink with no cabinet sitting on my bathroom floor, as the cabinet was falling completely apart. Joy. I’m just glad the Littlest Monkey in Casa de Chaos is okay.

Rewiring. Seriously, this place needs a new, safe fuse box, and if we have to do complete room rewiring, I’m okay with that. We’ll save up and get it done, Better not to waste money on a half assed attempt now when we’re going to just turn around in a year or so and pay to do it right.

New AC/Heat unit! Got our first bill, and I’m SO glad we’re on the averaged monthly plan. We used over $500 dollars of electricity last month, over half of that (according to the electric company) on the ancient “I’ll keep patching it” unit that was put in in 1991. We’re keeping the house at 82 degrees now, instead of 78, in hopes it will help, and have fans everywhere.

Uncover all 4 fireplaces, and rip out two of them. Seriously, in the 1970’s the mill sold all the houses around here, except  this one, which they turned into their Personnel office. They proceeded to redo all but one room in wood panels (barf) and to cover up and close in all the fire places. the owner purchased it for 10K in 1991. We’re okay with keeping the adjoining fireplaces in the living room and family room. Not so much the ones hidden between the bathroom/kitchen wall (eating into valuable real estate!) and between the master bedroom and our kids room. The new square footage would allow us to put in a new master closet and convert the old closet (with some slight space theft from our daughter’s closet) into a half bath.

Ideally we’d rip out the bathroom completely down to the studs and redo it, when we redid the plumbing, and I’d move the door from the hall to the kitchen to be centered on the room giving me a wide galley set up (right now it’s to the right side, with an odd half wall about 4 feet in next to the stove). That and the added space from removing the fireplace would make it so much more functional and convenient. I’d have to buy more cabinets (and replace the hideous wood paneling) but that would be okay (unless I went european and moved my washer/dryer under a counter top in the kitchen).

Sand the walls in my daughters room! They applied a horrible textured pain onto the walls in what is going to be my daughters room. They also painted it blood red with black trim. It’s horrible. HORRIBLE. I can’t walk in the room without scraping myself on the disgusting textured walls. That’s probably going to be one of the more affordable projects>

So so much to do, so little money or resources! Wish us luck as we try to get everything sorted and done!

 


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Setbacks, Setbacks, and more Setbacks.

So as if the stomach bug from a certain hot spot wasn’t enough, we’ve run into more setbacks. I haven’t been feeling well since the beginning of the month, but put it down to, well, female things, then that stomach bug, and then to just being worn out and stressed. I kept ignoring a pain in my side that would get worse when I was active and receded, some, occasionally, when I rested. My husband had been nagging me to go to the doctor, but that would require schedule wrangling, money, and a trip to the ER since I knew they’d want some sort of imaging to figure out what was going on, and I hate going to the ER. Besides the enormous bill and the germs, our local ER and I have a bad history of them mostly not providing quality care or information. Add in the construction they are currently doing, and do you blame me for deciding that I preferred debilitating pain to an ER visit?

That was until last Wednesday, when I almost hit the floor in the dairy section of the grocery store, scaring my 3 year old daughter and 17 month old son in the process, and getting strange looks from fellow shoppers as I made my way to the check out line with tears streaming down my face. I went from trying to decide what kind of cheese to get, to clinging to consciousness and my cart to stay upright as pain in my side suddenly exploded. I’d been worried I was going to “overdo it” that day, having knocked out a couple of loads of laundry and loaded and unloaded the babies by myself at the farmers market. For a change I had halfway listened to the nagging voice that said, “you need to watch it!” and had gone to the more expensive grocery store near my house instead of the big box super store halfway across town. We managed to get loaded up, home, and unloaded due to our wonderful and helpful front neighbor who saw me struggling to get into the house and helped me load everything onto my double stroller so we wouldn’t have to carry it (God Bless you Mrs. B!).

Even then, I was being too stubborn to just wake Jericho and demand he take me to the ER like he’d been pushing for, since it was only an hour until the boys got out of school and i was convinced it “wouldn’t’ be fair” to abandon him to having to load, unload, and reload all 4 kids by himself, something he goes to astronomical lengths to avoid. So I put on a brave face and went to get the boys, then came home and prepared a plan to get to and from the ER, have someone watch the kids if it took until Rico had to go to work, had an argument with my husband and drove myself to the hospital. Yes, I know that was dangerous, but in my defense the pain wasn’t/isn’t as bad when I’m sitting down, so it was reasonably safe.

Seven and a half hours of uncomfortable poking, prodding, ultrasounds, and being shuffled around, not to mention a brief stay in the room across from where the police put the patients they bring in and all that yelling and cussing, then being  moved to the temporary “internal waiting room” with 8 other sick and hurting strangers, many of whom unfortunately thought “Jerry Springer” was quality entertainment, I was finally diagnosed with a ping pong ball sized cyst on my left ovary, given a prescription for pain pills, and sent on my way. My awesome father in law was with my kids, having come over when he got off work at 11:30 so Rico could go into work at 12:30, and I made it home at almost 1. He saw me in, fussed at me, watched the end of Desolation of Smaug, told me to call if I needed anything, and left. I have awesome in laws, just so you know.

Jericho has been awesome, the kids don’t quite understand, but the medicine doesn’t take away the pain, it just makes me apathetic and paranoid, and I only take it at night before going to sleep. If it’s not resolved in a month I’m supposed to go see my OB/GYN. Mostly I can get a good 30 minutes of work about 4 times a day, and part of that includes meal prep and child care  from anywhere but the couch or bed. My instructions include rest and having another adult help out, not an option with Jericho having to work, my mothers health, and his parents working, and me just not wanting people in my home. If someone wanted to volunteer a soccer team or something to come in and clean my house, I’d appreciate it, but since that isn’t happening life is at a standstill pretty much. Then Jericho jammed his knee at work and is on light duty (even carrying the Littlest Monkey kills his knee) so we’re sort of living in a messy home that’s making us both irritable and antsy.

The pain and pressure in my side is making me nauseous and bloated, as it’s releasing some fluid into my abdomen. Supposedly my body should absorb it all on its own, and I’ll get better, it’s just a wait and see game. In the meanwhile though, we’re stuck with what feel like constant setbacks.


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I’m not dead, I just feel like it

So the past week or so packing/organizing at Casa de Chaos has ground to a halt. In part it was due to unfulfilled promises to do the dishes pitch in around the house, and in part it has been due to our current role as plague rats.  Yes, everyone in Casa de Chaos is sick, and not just the sniffles and runny noses (though we have those too, Thanks Allergies). We all have the stomach bug that’s been sweeping our town, except we’re so lucky we didn’t just get it once, but twice! Two weeks ago Rico and I were both struck with persistent stomach problems that made us really glad we have two bathrooms, and half the monkey population soon followed. We felt mildly better, but Monday the Eldest Monkey was sent home sick. Tuesday morning he and the Second Banana both woke us with white, gooey, projectile vomit, and missed a day of school. Having dealt with this before right before and after Little Miss Monkey was born, and a  couple of times since, we were ready for the worst, but Wednesday they were back to their normal selves and we thought we had dodged a bullet. Wrong.

Little Miss Monkey waited until Rico had the night off to start her Exorcist impressions, and completely unable to deal with vomit, he woke me from a secure slumber to remove couch cushion covers to wash while he cowered in the corner and I held Miss Monkeys hair back. The poor baby was so sick (and still is) that she had to sadly revert back to pull ups and spent two nights (the time the vomiting is worst) sleeping on a pallet in the bathroom floor. Being the awesome mother that I am, I slept right next to her, just across the doorframe in my bedroom floor. That was Thursday. Friday brought about a resumption of symptoms for Rico and I, and later that night the Littlest Monkey was struck low too. Seriously, at this point I have to buy stock in Desitin, because we’re going through so much. Through out all of this, no one has run a fever at all. Seriously. Little Miss monkey hit 99 degrees once, otherwise they are all normal, just feeling like crap.

Rico has been working despite being sick, but is not much help in the kid department (though he’s kept the handheld devices charged so when kids are bedridden they can still be entertained). The monkeys are on on the mend to some degree, acting like they are feeling better, and the flow of undesirable material from bodies and into toilets is slowing. But this Mama Monkey, I am beat. Like, I’m behind on the laundry, again, and exhausted. The dishes haven’t been completely done since this sickness began, and my house is starting to drive me crazier than usual.

On the bright side, I’ve been able to read a ton of blogs that have me really excited about our move. The hardest part is going to be figuring out how to prioritize our improvements. The Handmade Home  has lots of great crafts, designs, and ideas, I highly recommend it. Also, Virigina over at http://www.livelovediy.com/ has done an awesome job renovating her 1970’s home. Check her out for ideas and inspiration, or if you’re just a renovation junkie like me.

In my own home, I’ve come to realize there are three areas that I alone am going to get under control to ease the Chaos a little. One is Laundry, and as soon as I’m better we’re going to go on a big purge and also find a new way to store things. The second is paperwork. Most of our clutter is paperwork, and it’s just got to get under control. The third is the dishes. Rico’s been swearing he’d pick up the difference there, since doing the dishes is the fastest way to make my back seize up and leave me unable to walk (part of being 6 feet tall and having been in two major car accidents). That hasn’t happened yet, which mean I’m going to have to bite the bullet (and some ibuprofen) and get us caught back up again. Wish me luck.

All in all, I feel like death warmed over right now, and the only times I remember feeling worse were after my car accidents and when I had the killer flu back in 2011. Seriously, just writing this has worn me completely out. I think I’m gonna take my cup of tea and go lay back down.

Hope you don’t catch this bug, and have a great week if you’re out there reading.


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Why we want to move.

Skipped a few days, and I’ll catch you up on why later, but this is one I was working on before, and I had some more thoughts on it.

Moving isn’t something people go into lightly, but in our case, it’s something we’ve been trying to do for the last 3 years, so when we heard about the house on Spring Street, we were ready to jump at the chance, even if it was taking us out of the small city that we love. Over the years we had a series of rentals, almost completed a Lease to Own before the economy collapsed in ’08 and we lost everything, and then rented one house we loved that unfortunately was not in good repair. Through out all of that we had various of my husbands brothers stay with us, and lots of long commutes. Finally settled on an apartment to get us into the town we wanted, where we worked at the time. So why are we willing to leave the city that feels like home to move to a small, economically depressed town? What could be so bad where we are currently that we’re willing to add an hour and a half round trip commute to our day?

The reality is, cost is a huge factor. Housing in our city is not cheap, and we couldn’t find anything decent in our price range that we could get a loan for. Buying the house on Springs Street will cost us us 40% less than our current rent, and is only 1/3 of renting a comparable house in a similar neighborhood in our city. Even with the commute costs, that’s still a huge savings. We realize when we’re ready to move on we probably won’t be able to make much off the house because of where it is (Not many people want to move to the small town it’s in,) but we’re looking at it as saving money now towards the future by cutting our costs and saving our sanity. It will need work, but it’s better than staying unhappy in the apartment where we are.

You see, we’ve wanted to move for a while, as within a year of moving into our apartment we realized that, while the proximity to work was lovely, we are not Apartment People. We miss having a yard, we miss being able to park near the door, we miss the quiet that comes from not having people on three sides of you or above you or living in the same block of anonymous building. Jericho is originally from rural Upstate New York, though when his parents moved South they also became “town folks”. Growing up a cops kid though, he came to appreciate space, as in the small town we’re both from (I went to school there) it was too easy to run into people who were angry at him because his dad had arrested their dad/mom/brother/sister/aunt/uncle/girlfriend. Not being close to people makes him feel safer, as he can “see them coming”.

Until we married, I’d spent all my life on the remnants of my families several hundred acre farm. I’m a country girl, and I grew up hearing the birds and beasts and being able to see the Milky Way at night. Before my dad died we kept livestock, but mostly he farmed cotton. Being this close to so many people feels claustrophobic to us, and while over out three year stay we’ve adjusted fairly well, we really long for a yard of our own and four walls that don’t touch anyone elses.

We also are desperate to move because of space. We’ve got six people in a little over 1100 square feet, and while the fact that four of them are age six and under, it still feels cramped with everyone’s belongings. Also, this is the worst lay out I’ve ever encountered in an apartment or home. Ever. We have a laundry room that has no storage (and we’re not allowed to add any) and takes up way too much space smack dab in the middle, prime real estate that could be better used another way. Like making the den into a third bedroom. Or an office, or a million other things. I HATE wasted space. Hate it, despise it, choose your strongest adjective. So the lay out of this place drives me nuts. The bedrooms have no real place to put the furniture, as each room has a closet on one side, a door on the other, a bathroom door on the other, and oddly spaced windows. Trying to make this place work is an exercise in futility. It’s also WAY overpriced.

Another reason we want to move, and a big one, is safety. The main road off our complex is a six lane with median, and it is very dangerous. I almost died last August getting out of our complex, and have a weeks worth of hospital bills to prove it (ICU costs more for one day than a week stay in a luxury beach condo). Then in November and December two seperate incendents brought crime into our apartment complex, and at one point we seriously considered breaking our lease and paying the fees. When we moved in we were told there were three police officers living here, and that it was an “exceptionally safe area”. Last year a new company bought the complex, and will let in anyone who can pay .

We’re also tired of bland, tired of boring. We want to explore our DIY side (Well, I do, Jericho is willing to be dragged along and his dad is practically giddy for us and talking about loaning me tools and time). and make something our own. I haven’t been able to garden in YEARS, and I can’t wait to get down in the dirt and start planting and gardening and growing. I’ve already got plans for a barrel composter, potato barrels, and raised plant  beds. Tomatoes in the front flower beds are a must for any good Southern Lady. Daylilies by the driveway and front walk, we’ve already priced fencing in the yard, a swing bench, lawn mowers, and I bought a stroller specifically for hauling the kids down to the park (one house down!) and to the YMCA (half a mile away!).

We’re excited for the move, eager to go ahead and get started on the next phase of our life. I know the two weeks overlap are going to be super busy as I will be trying to accomplish as much as possible in the shortest amount of time while juggling all four kids, Jericho’s two jobs, and getting the boys back and forth to school (and my kids don’t ride the bus, every parent who can in the neighborhood drives their kids because the ones who ride the bus are the neighborhood trouble makers).

I can’t wait to get started and get our new life started!


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The count down continues.

We have 45 days until we take possession of our new home, 61 until we are supposed to be completely moved in. It would be way to easy to let that time get away from us, and have to rush at the last minute. Luckily, I have this blog to keep me in check and on task. However, all the effort to get the kids rooms done over the weekend meant the rest of the house being (further) neglected. I think today is going to be dedicated to getting everything cleaned up and caught up. Laundry is my big item, as I’m constantly behind. Also, the more laundry I can go through, the more I can figure out what to keep, toss, or give away. I’ve already got a basket started for clothes and linens to give away and I’ve been disposing of clothes that can’t be repaired as I go through load by load.

Today I really wanted to finish the laundry, but somehow every time I looked around time had gotten away from me. I literally sat down and said, “Holy crap, it’s already 2?!?!” and had to rush to get everyone ready to get the boys from school and go to the park. Then the grocery store, then the parts house to return the routers we didn’t actually need. Then home, make dinner, watch some Cosmos, and now this. I promised I would not miss a chance to update. So here I am, losing time, but at least keeping one goal. Tomorrow is going to be a huge achievement day, that’s my goal

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