The Realities of Moving

I have alot to say about the moving process but I thought I would begin by giving you a little glimpse into what the realities of moving look like. I would hate to think that in the weeks that follow, as I complete rooms and share them, someone would think that I had it all together and was a master organizer (ha!) or brilliant cleaner (ha ha!) Instead, it's taken alot of focus and hard work as Ian and I try to get the house into shape.

And it has been with it's disastrous occasions as well, as is well documented in the following pictures:

A view of what will be Sophia's room. I couldn't figure out what to do with all of this stuff for almost 3 weeks. I kept walking around in circles, not having a place to put anything, just dumping it back on the ground for Grace to take apart! Ian came in one morning and had it all organized and condensed in 20 minutes.

Of course.

Our downstairs living room is where ALL of the boxes were placed, so we worked at pulling them, one by one, into the appropriate room. For the better part of the week, I couldn't even enter this room, just pull a box out from the front or have Ian take it to the room that I needed it in!

There was also a gecko loose in this room at some point.

I told Grace not to eat it and just moved on.

Our kitchen. Oh, our kitchen. Actually, I'm rather proud of the fact that once I got over my fear of tackling such a big project, it only took two sessions of unpacking to get this room all unpacked and organized. That might have something to do with the fact that I had sketched out a diagram of all of the cabinets and labeled what was to go in them weeks before we actually moved.

And yes, thank you, I am Type-A in case you were wondering.

What is not pictured?

Oh, that would be Grace.

Eating a raisin.

Which was actually a beetle.

Four points for being and awesome mom.

(At least my kitchen was getting unpacked!)

(Right?)

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The Realities of Moving