First Night Moving Disaster
admin July 4th, 2008
So all of the boxes are packed the mattress slip into the plastic protectors and on Friday night we are officially out of the house in the evenings. It was a humid night, the kids were upset, I was fighting back tears with each box and bag I put in the car and it was one of the worst nights ever. I can understand why they say moving is the biggest stress on people and I know why I’ve never wanted to do it before. I’m hoping this will be one of the last.
Our in-laws have graciously invited us to stay with them and that has made it easier for the kids. I think there is great comfort in the fact that they are able to see them every day. Thank goodness they were away camping while all was happening because it looked like we were moving our whole house into theirs. With the help of a good friend my husband brought over a truckload of things while I attempted to find a temporary place for our suitcases and boxes without overtaking the house. The kids sat watching TV and being patient onlookers.
Oddly enough this transition has been fairly easy for Sydney. She’s had her moments of unexpected misery but nothing too drastic or anything I didn’t foresee. So the evening started with my husband closing the garage door and misjudging where it came down and clunking him smack dab in the nose. Ouch! Ice was put on, I made a funny remark and Sydney was sympathetic that Daddy had been hurt. Other than the kids being a little tired I never expected what came next. Sydney suffers from some pretty severe food allergies and try as best as I can something sometimes manages to pass through and next thing we know at 2:OOa.m. we’re in the bathroom with a bucket. Well, my stomach had already been tied in knots that evening so I lied down around midnight beside Ehren while Sydney decided she wanted to be in the other room with her daddy. Sure enough at 2:30 a.m. only a mere few hours before we had lied down Sydney went to the bathroom and her poor little stomach decided to mass evacuate all the contents from that evening. Not to get too graphic but it was one of those times where it literally took her breath away. Once the nasty stuff was done we came downstairs and turned on the T.V. which helps to take our minds off the event that just occurred. I opened the windows to get us some fresh air and at 5:30 in the morning the thunder and lightning began and the rain came pouring down. I walked over to the window just behind the couch that Syndey was lying on and tried to pull the window shut. Instead of being in front of the window I was slightly off to the side of it and it came out of the sill and landed right on my upper lip. At that moment other than being extremely painful it didn’t faze me until I tasted blood. I went to the bathroom-and sure enough-it left a good gouge. Thirty minutes later with a swollen lip, husband who had a bruised nose and daughter that was finally sleeping from the worst vomiting I realized that if this was a test of my ability to cope I suppose I passed. What I wouldn’t do for my own house, my own bed, my own garbage can for those “just in case” moments. I think that when that day comes in July we’ll all appreciate the new house so much more. They say things come in threes so hopefully we’re finished for now.
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