I am so ... disoriented.
I don't know what day it is, what time it is, or where my blow dryer could possibly be. We are almost completely unpacked now in our new home and I have found this entire process so exhausting and absolutely insane that the only thing I can think of to do in order to return normalcy to my life is to write. And watch reality television.
Here are the highlights of our incredibly fast-paced relocation from Birmingham to Baton Rouge. In case any of you are wondering, I do not care to move again. Ever.
Here we are, fresh-faced before things got gritty. I think this was maybe Day One of packing. We had no idea the hell that we were in for. Or maybe we did, but we were in total denial. Which really, given the situation, is probably the best way to go.
We have a LOT of stuff. I wish I could explain the enormity. All I can say is, it took a truck this size, plus two carloads, to get it all to Baton Rouge. If you look really closely, you can see Husband.
Basically, we drove the kids down, spent a week painting and sprucing up our rental, and then Husband and I took a 24-hour trip back to Birmingham to load up our stuff and clean our townhouse so hopefully someone will buy it. It might not sound that bad, but it was brutal. I think it's because of the children. They really do make everything more complicated. No offense to them.
Here I am, fueled by way too many 5-Hour Energy drinks.
Here is Husband, painting at our new house. He was delirious at this point. The smile is not real.
It's a plain little ranch-style house, but it has so much potential to be cool. I really love exposed brick.
Finally, we got the place liveable and moved out of my parent's house. We stayed there for a long time. I don't know how long, because like I said earlier, I have no idea what day it is or even when this whole process started.
I was so tired of packing and moving at this point I wanted to cry just thinking about putting it all into the car and driving it to our place 20 minutes away. This is otherwise known as a low point.
Soon things got better though, because I LOVE to decorate. I mean really love it like I happily stayed up late at night to figure out the perfect place to put a lamp. I finally have a laundry room, a whole room just for dirty clothes ... a mother's dream.
And then I bought this shower curtain at Target which I really love. I decided to go for a Havana type vibe in the master bedroom and bathroom because my bedspread has always reminded me of that part of the world. Not that I have been there. Ever.
ONE and TWO have a lot more space now, they seem to be adjusting well.
And now ...we rest.