Time suddenly speeds up
This afternoon I decided to suck it up and clean our fridge, since I haven't cleaned it since some time last year and it's now nearly empty (anyone in Seattle want a half-empty bottle of Hoisin sauce?). While I was cleaning, Mr. Fob received a phone call from the moving cube people saying that they are willing to drop the cubes off on Saturday instead of Monday. This accelerates our moving plans a bit, but we're actually both happy about it. I'm definitely going to miss our friends (and the nice summer weather) here in Seattle, but we're getting to the point where we're ready to pack up our stuff and head off to a new adventure. I'm looking forward to seeing all our friends and family in Utah for a few weeks.
So tomorrow we're going to spend the holiday enjoying a parade, pancake breakfast, and barbecue with friends. Then Saturday we'll hopefully farm our kids out to friends and spend the day packing like mad. Sunday Mr. Fob will clean the apartment while I'm at church, and then we'll come home, eat lunch, and take off into the desert. Hopefully we'll be in Utah Monday night with our sanity still intact.
As you will notice, in contrast to this last move, I'm actually not falling apart right now. I've discovered that moving while you're not in the throes of post-partum depression is not all that difficult (the last two times we moved were way too close to having children). Lately I've been really noticing the fact that my brain feels good--way better than it did last summer or the year before that. It's so nice to be able to think straight again, but I hate the fact that you don't realize how depressed you are until you can look back and notice the difference. Next time I will do a better job being more proactive about getting help so the problem doesn't last so long. And I'm never going to move within six months of having a baby ever again.
So tomorrow we're going to spend the holiday enjoying a parade, pancake breakfast, and barbecue with friends. Then Saturday we'll hopefully farm our kids out to friends and spend the day packing like mad. Sunday Mr. Fob will clean the apartment while I'm at church, and then we'll come home, eat lunch, and take off into the desert. Hopefully we'll be in Utah Monday night with our sanity still intact.
As you will notice, in contrast to this last move, I'm actually not falling apart right now. I've discovered that moving while you're not in the throes of post-partum depression is not all that difficult (the last two times we moved were way too close to having children). Lately I've been really noticing the fact that my brain feels good--way better than it did last summer or the year before that. It's so nice to be able to think straight again, but I hate the fact that you don't realize how depressed you are until you can look back and notice the difference. Next time I will do a better job being more proactive about getting help so the problem doesn't last so long. And I'm never going to move within six months of having a baby ever again.
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I haven't been here in a while and I just wanted to see if you were still planning to move to my neck of the woods. If I'm reading this correctly you'll be here at the beginning of August. We are going on vacay at that time, but if we're around when you are moving in let us know and we can come help!
Did you decide on which Ward you want to go to?