We have moved, officially. ((I contacted DMV today, it's official!)) It wasn't a bad move but it wasn't exactly good. It was 100% exhausting. Brent's mom spent countless hours helping us pack boxes. I didn't think we were going to make it! The movers were there last Thursday for about 7 hours, then the cleaning people were there for about 9 hours. I guess to summarize we are dirty people with a lot of stuff!
Brent was a new level of tired. He was well beyond the "Allison hasn't stopped screaming and hasn't slept in 48 hours" tired and was running on fumes. During the old house settlement on Friday, I literally kept telling him to just focus on me and sign here/there, etc. Crazy. Then of course we go to Connie's house and Allison won't sleep. So, I ended up sleeping with her, or rather lying in bed with her. Kind of hard to sleep while getting kicked, pushed, hair pulled and rolled on. Why does she like to sleep on my head?
The saga with the our new house spilled over onto settlement day. Between the low-life realtor and his drama, he ended up short changing our realtor on commissions and not giving us garage door openers. Unbelievable.
The movers came on Saturday morning to unload us. This is when we discovered the two very large cracks on my black table. That table is just cursed. The movers were here for about 6 hours unloading the trucks. Yep, it was two big trucks. Brent's dad and my mom were instrumental in our unpacking success. Carl tackled the kitchen and my mom did my closet. I focused on Allison's room because I wanted to get that done before she got home from Connie's. She has transitioned well to the new house and really only wants a night-light to sleep now. I can handle that.
We also managed to get our Christmas tree up and decorated. Whew. It's starting to feel like home!
