This was the scene Saturday night. A full 24 hours in the house and the progress had been slow and steady…and messy!
Currently, I am feeling like an episode of Hoarders!
But, I’m home.
Today, as I was unpacking I realized I haven’t had the greatest attitude about all of this.
The move was not exactly seamless and most of it was totally out of my control. The move took an extra 24 hrs I had not expected, I was away from my kids for nearly a week, the loaders on Thursday were rude, and I was dreaming of cardboard and packing tape every second of the average 5 hours of sleep I was getting. Our 15 passenger van will be in the shop for 2 weeks, my husband had to go back to work earlier than expected, and our new city was/is/and soon will be again covered in snow. My heat was shut off a day early in my old house (while I was still there!), I have a sub-compact for a rental car, and I still haven’t figured out where they packed my coffee pot.
So, yeah, every time someone says something about the move or the house or the past month of searching for a house, searching for a moving company, searching for my van keys (that ended up being located in the freezer…you know, where EVERYONE keeps their van keys!), I sort of sigh and give my exhausted half-smile face and then tack on some ungrateful remark about one of the aforementioned events.
But today I thought, “Wait a second. I’m here. I’m home. It’s all okay.” I knew it would be. So, why the stress?
Isn’t it funny how when crisis is happening to you, you feel out of control, helpless, as if it will never end. But, when the worst of the storm is over, you look back and think, “That wasn’t so bad. I’m okay now.”
And then there are the blessings amidst the storm…
*Finding a beautiful home for rent in a great location. One twice the size of the home we were turned down on because we had “too many children.”
*Having AMAZING packers and movers (the ones who unloaded us). In fact, the woman who packed up my Emmy’s things had lost a child too, so she was very gentle and kind.
*Having THE WORLD’S BEST Grandparents for my kiddos!
*Praying God would lead me to the right box to find a shirt my husband needed the first morning we were there and opening the right box the first try (might need to try that with my coffee pot!).
*Having a friend willing to come pick up a cranky toddler AND feed him supper to boot!
*Having awesome landlords on both ends of this equation.
*Having a refrigerator with crushed ice.
*Turning 34 today. 😉
Thank you so much for your prayers during this move! They’ve blessed me and my family so much!