Folks, allow me to reiterate, if I haven’t already said it enough, that moving with three children is no joke, especially if your spouse cannot take days off to help put the new house back together.
I spend my days alternately unpacking boxes and laying around in my pajamas. I have never been one who can moderate my own work level, so instead I work myself exhausted one day and do basically nothing the next. It’s truly how I function best.
The kitchen, of course, was the first to be unpacked. I had that done the first day we moved in. A family has to eat, and in order to eat, we need plates, utensils, cups, etc. So that was unpacked first.
The bathroom next, of course, because, well, no one likes the smelly new family next door.
We are slowly putting things in their places, and as we clear out the boxes I am so glad to be sharing photos of our new home.
It is amazing to me that we are living in this home. We have so many thing sin this home that we didn’t in our first home: a walk in attic, a basement, a garage, healthy rhubarb patch, and a heater in the bathroom. It has more than enough space for us, and it has enough character to suit my love for old, lovely things. I can’t wait to share it with my readers!