Away We Go

So there are many new-ish things going on and the excitement is rising and the busyness is exhausting and our happiness is bursting and on and on and so forth. We are finally moving into our very own house after a three year derailment and it's mere days away and I can honestly tell you that I am thrilled... But, I've hit a packing block. You can tell because I haven't blogged since THANKSGIVING and this is probably the last thing on the planet I have time for right now, so of course I just had to write a blog because I really have nine thousand and eleven other things to accomplish. I don't know about you, but when things start to pile up and I have things that are pressing, I tend to do THE ONE THING that is so very expendable and unimportant. Essentially, I am wasting time. I'm giving myself away here because as I sit here, still in my pjs amidst boxes and dust and clothes in bags and random pieces of paper that I have no idea what to do with and children also in pjs, my hard working wonderful man of a husband is at our new home painting walls and trim and working hard so we can move this coming week. And what do I do? Sit. I am sure Freud would have a field day with this saying that it was some manifestation of my desire to stay put or other such nonsense. No, I am definitely excited about moving. I truly WANT everything in boxes and to magically appear at our house. The unpacking is something I am ridiculously excited about. Even the packing I am excited about, but yet, here I sit. Here is a the reason (and anyone who has moved with children will attest to this and wholeheartedly agree): Every single time I get up to do something or pull out a box or empty something out to organize to put into a box, inexplicably, all hell breaks loose: Simultaneous, seemingly spontaneous tantrums, dog poop, diaper changes, spilled drinks, broken toys and crayons, squabbles, ripped coloring pages, and oh the hunger, the children instantly turn into third world street urchins who haven't had a decent meal in weeks (in reality the last bite of their last meal has just been swallowed), in other words, everything we as mothers ALWAYS deal with, I just now have to pack up everything also. Don't misunderstand. This is by no means a complaint or a rant, just a revelation. Also, as we all know, I am supremely naively optimistic about things. I thought we would buy the house and close and renovate and move in a week. I mean, really! How hard can it all be? They want to sell, we want to buy, the wallpaper is old, so it will probably just FALL RIGHT OFF and the carpet just needs to come up and the floor needs a quick polish, right? Well, I've had a life lesson. Just because I think it should be easy, most certainly does not make it so. It's been a lot of work and a lot of fun and I want to be UN-Packing right now because then I wouldn't be here blogging because I'm at a loss as to where to continue with my packing. I know just what I am going to do: I am going to make myself a big cup of iced coffee (yes it's a chilly rainy day, but cold coffee will go down faster!), I am going to put the kids at the table with crafty type things that are left out and a bowl of something delightful and crunchy that will keep them quiet for about five minutes and I am going to roadrunner through the bathroom items... If I can just get through that, then I will feel accomplished and invigorated just enough to propel me into the next project. Yes? Sounds good? 1...2...3, GO!