Even though our official moving day was Sunday, I couldn’t consider this new house a home until everything was back to normal. Meaning, until we had full internet access.
The move itself was typically insane. I say typically because it seems when we do things, we do them in the worst possible way in the shortest amount of time. Planners we are not. Organized we are not. Yet somehow everything always comes together and we get the job done. Maybe most people would move on a day their practically husbands aren’t working midnight shifts. And maybe others would enlist help with loading and unloading a 26 foot Uhaul. There may even be some who take their time. But those people are wusses who clearly don’t have what it takes.
Pay no attention to the dozen bruises on my right arm.
Not to mention the ones on my legs.
Of what I am most proud is the fact our animals survived the stress of a complete environmental change without any major issues. They did have a brief skirmish while we were packing that involved a cat being pinned by a dog paw, but other than giving me my first gray hairs, nothing irreparable occurred. Shiva seems to think of the new house as her home and The Cat, well, The Cat is probably plotting yet one more evil scheme. All is as it should be.
There are a lot of exciting discoveries I’d like to share with you. After only two and a half days I have a lot of stories to tell. They will all have to wait. For now, I am just going to sit on the deck and enjoy.
How was your weekend?