No Sugar-Coating: Coming Back Together

Moving kind of sucks. Don't "they" say that it is one of the three most disrupting, or hardest, or whatever things to deal with? I mean, I can think of more than two things that strike me as more traumatic than moving, but needless to say, total upheaval and disruption is, well, disrupting (for lack of a better word). For one, it does take a somewhat unexpected toll on your body. Not only are you eating a lot of crap due to the fact that you don't have access to your kitchen, pantry, local food markets, but sleep gets thrown off, and so does pretty much everything else. Also, how come I need a hair cut already? Why did all my ends suddenly decide to split the day we moved? Perhaps they, too, are a bit unnerved by all the change.

Well, anyway, we made it. I'm not going to wax on anymore about the move. Most people have done that and it's boring to read about other people's, I am sure. The only thing I am going to talk say about it is that I am DESPERATE for the damn moving truck to get here. Seriously, new house, upheaval, etc. etc. is all doable. No beds, no pots, no pans, plates, etc. etc. is HARD. Generously, some people from Brandon's work brought us over some necessities. And some toys. One in particular has proven to be quite awesome. A giant, inflatable bounce house!

Here it is sitting in the middle of our bedroom. Use Isla and Brandon for scale. That bounce house is huge! I wonder what else the people who brought this for us have at their house!? I was and am really touched by the extremely generous things people have leant us until our own things get here (thankyouforthecoffeemakersomuchsomuchsomuch).

And, although the joys of home ownership are different from rental obligations, or even condo ownership (for example: wow, are little oak trees growing out of our gutters? Might need to have those cleaned...), I am thrilled with the house and it's possibilities. One tiny corner of the house is particularly inspiring to me and makes me blissed out happy when I see it. Each morning our master bathroom gets the prettiest light. I love this room.

Even the bar of Lever 2000 looks pretty

So, while things are still very much up in the air, I trust that the proverbial dust will settle and things will come together and a nice life/flow will emerge with a happy balance and routine that helps to calm the children, support daddy and chill me the f*ck out.

Things that I have found that help with times like this is neurotic list making. But, taking my role as homemaker seriously, I have decided to go one step farther and enlist the aid of a "life planner". I.E. a three ring binder with tabs. Fancy, yes.

I'm still struggling with how to make this work. While I keep weekly calendar tasks on my iPhone, I still need to have something "written down". So, printed off blank calendar pages, some sort of meal planning, and a pen, will likely help me stay on track, pay bills on time, and get kids, self, dog, husband, to any necessary appointments or obligations.

Would anyone care to share with us how you keep yourself together when juggling the millions of balls that is life? I'm all ears.