Saturday, June 9, 2012

Moving Sucks

I hate moving. I wish I could take a magic pill, fall asleep and when I woke up it would all be done for me...I would then be in my new house, everything unpacked and organized and clean.

But alas that can never happen. Even if we got movers to pack out stuff, there would be hassles. Stuff would break or be packed in the wrong boxes. Plus, I don't know about you, but I don't want total strangers going through all my things.

So I take the burden of all of this upon myself.

The de-cluttering.

The throwing or giving away of stuff we never use.

The sorting and packing.

It's sorta therapeutic in a way, so that's a plus. It's like shedding your winter fur...leaving you feeling lighter!

What's tricky is accomplishing all this while three curious children swoop about.

I pack a box and if I'm not careful within 3 seconds it's unpacked.

Yes, I know babysitters exist and I rely on them too. Ahem, Mrs Telly Vee Shyon is my second-in-line go-to gal right now {with my mom being first choice of course}.

I've moved a lot in my life, but I have to say that this particular move is the hardest I've ever had to live through.



  • When you have children you add a whole lot of stuff to the mix of things that need to get packed. In my case having 3 children, I've tripled the amount of work that needs to get done. {I dunno, but I'm seriously reconsidering the already remote possibility of adding a fourth to the family!}.
  • At some point, children reach the age where they get what's going on. Mermaid Girl is now mature enough to have a say in what gets packed and what doesn't. If it were up to her she would keep every last piece of whatever she has collected over the past 6 years! She's easy to placate and reason with when something needs to go. Not so much with Sharky Boy. His brain hasn't developed the "it's-a-broken-toy-and-I-could-hurt-myself-with-it-so-I better-throw-it-out" part, so dealing with him requires more skills in persuasion.
  • I am exhausted. Mentally and physically...oh and emotionally. Having to constantly explain and comfort children through the stress of this change is necessary, but draining. Plus, it reminds me about my losses too. I am giving stuff away too. I am saying goodbye too. I am going to miss friends and family and clients and all that too.
  • Instead of being able to get in my zone and work non-stop for hours once I get in the flow, I am constantly interrupted. Constantly. Then I forget where I was putting this, or that. Or what idea I had for organizing the other. Of all the things that suck about this move, this is one of the worst. Instead, I've had to accommodate and adapt and instead carry a running list in my head. Which often ends up biting me in the ass because I forget and then I'm back to square one. I need a little voice recorder to make those "note to self" observations as I go.
  • Not only do we have to plan for getting our stuff from A to B and living out of a backpack for the duration of the transfer, but we also have to plan this for three tiny little people and when you add up the stuff they need (even if it's not a lot individually) they no longer seem so tiny. So, now we are ending up with 3 huge suitcases and probably add more before all this is done.
I am going to come up with some {amazing?} solutions and hopefully make my life easier. I'll be sure to let you know if I do.

Maybe they can live in their bathing suits for a week? Haha. No, probably not those kind of solutions.

Before I go, I do have to admit, that there is also the fact that I am a bit of a neat-freak and maybe if I relax a bit things would get easier.


Perhaps. But most likely not. If I let go too much nothing would get done and then we'd be scrambling to get stuff done last minute. Which I know would be worse and more stressful than what I am going through right now.

So for now I keep chugging along. Finding pockets of time to blissfully enjoy a piece of chocolate or a chat with friends.

And I keep holding on to the fact that soon all this will be over and I'll be on the other side.

I keep reminding myself that this is what awaits me...

Isn't it lovely?

It better be worth it! Hahaha!

And hopefully we won't have to move again for a long freaking time!

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