I have decided (more than once) that things happen when and how for a reason. Even if it is difficult, there is a reason. I'm not sure of the reason this time but there must be one.
We are moving. I am 8 months pregnant. And I have 4 boys. That need attention and love and food and supervision.
I knew I would be slow moving and not tons of help with the actual moving of boxes. But I thought I would be able to pack everything myself. Turns out, not so much. I thought I would be able to clean (both the house we are moving out of and moving into). Again, not so much. I thought I would be able to help with getting things organized. I must toot my own horn here because I have done more than I had expected with all the previous failures.
Celeste came by on her way home from the temple last week. So she could feel better about leaving her kids with her husband for the morning. And packed a good portion of my kitchen. I really appreciated it but didn't realize at the time how great that was.
I went to a regular doctor appointment the day after we signed papers for the house. I wasn't put on bed rest but pretty close. And instead of going every other week, I'm going every week to make sure I'm not dilated too much.
Bryan and Jill have done SO much this week. Meeting with painters and carpet guys. Loading and moving bins. And loading and moving bins. And moving furniture. And taking boys with them on trips to various places (including the new house and the old house, Lowe's, to get lunch and dinner, the list goes on). And cleaning.
Oh the cleaning. Jill vacuumed and vacuumed and vacuumed after the new carpet was put in. She wiped down baseboards. Cleaned the entire kitchen (even using a Shop Vac). After the painters and carpet guys were done. She cleaned all the bathrooms. She wiped out closets. The list, again, goes on and on.
And Bryan. My dear, sweet, hard-working husband. Actually accepted help. Has worked (the job he gets paid to do) and moved and packed and cleaned and still been a "dad."
And they both have encouraged me to "take it easy" and "are you sure you should be doing that?" and taking over with the boys when I couldn't.
So many people have offered to help. And me, being stubborn and thinking "I can do this," have taken some. But again with encouragement.
On Friday, the "big moving day" of furniture and such, a couple men from the ward came over for a couple hours with their trucks and moved and moved and moved (I never realize how much stuff we have until it is being moved). And my 2 boys that are home with me, we're not. Thanks to Isaac's friend having a "birthday party at Legoland" (he was the only friend invited) and Ben invited over to "play" at my SIL's parents' house. Ben was going to go to Celeste's house and then shortly after I called to tell her "thanks but no thanks" her wonderfully helpful husband showed up. Jill was beyond excited (or maybe that was just me glad that Jill wasn't the one helping Bryan move stuff).
A couple car loads this morning and a few hours of Jill and Bryan cleaning the old house. And me with the boys and the pool fence people. I think we are set. Jill went to her Stake Meetings tonight and we are headed to Sam's Club, since I have been saying "I'll buy that after we move" to almost everything.
Now we just have to "finish" unpacking. And try not to have a baby for a few more weeks, well at least 2 weeks.
And once a desktop computer is set up, I will try to post photos. Until then, Instagram is my photo place right now :)
We are moving. I am 8 months pregnant. And I have 4 boys. That need attention and love and food and supervision.
I knew I would be slow moving and not tons of help with the actual moving of boxes. But I thought I would be able to pack everything myself. Turns out, not so much. I thought I would be able to clean (both the house we are moving out of and moving into). Again, not so much. I thought I would be able to help with getting things organized. I must toot my own horn here because I have done more than I had expected with all the previous failures.
Celeste came by on her way home from the temple last week. So she could feel better about leaving her kids with her husband for the morning. And packed a good portion of my kitchen. I really appreciated it but didn't realize at the time how great that was.
I went to a regular doctor appointment the day after we signed papers for the house. I wasn't put on bed rest but pretty close. And instead of going every other week, I'm going every week to make sure I'm not dilated too much.
Bryan and Jill have done SO much this week. Meeting with painters and carpet guys. Loading and moving bins. And loading and moving bins. And moving furniture. And taking boys with them on trips to various places (including the new house and the old house, Lowe's, to get lunch and dinner, the list goes on). And cleaning.
Oh the cleaning. Jill vacuumed and vacuumed and vacuumed after the new carpet was put in. She wiped down baseboards. Cleaned the entire kitchen (even using a Shop Vac). After the painters and carpet guys were done. She cleaned all the bathrooms. She wiped out closets. The list, again, goes on and on.
And Bryan. My dear, sweet, hard-working husband. Actually accepted help. Has worked (the job he gets paid to do) and moved and packed and cleaned and still been a "dad."
And they both have encouraged me to "take it easy" and "are you sure you should be doing that?" and taking over with the boys when I couldn't.
So many people have offered to help. And me, being stubborn and thinking "I can do this," have taken some. But again with encouragement.
On Friday, the "big moving day" of furniture and such, a couple men from the ward came over for a couple hours with their trucks and moved and moved and moved (I never realize how much stuff we have until it is being moved). And my 2 boys that are home with me, we're not. Thanks to Isaac's friend having a "birthday party at Legoland" (he was the only friend invited) and Ben invited over to "play" at my SIL's parents' house. Ben was going to go to Celeste's house and then shortly after I called to tell her "thanks but no thanks" her wonderfully helpful husband showed up. Jill was beyond excited (or maybe that was just me glad that Jill wasn't the one helping Bryan move stuff).
A couple car loads this morning and a few hours of Jill and Bryan cleaning the old house. And me with the boys and the pool fence people. I think we are set. Jill went to her Stake Meetings tonight and we are headed to Sam's Club, since I have been saying "I'll buy that after we move" to almost everything.
Now we just have to "finish" unpacking. And try not to have a baby for a few more weeks, well at least 2 weeks.
And once a desktop computer is set up, I will try to post photos. Until then, Instagram is my photo place right now :)
3 comments:
Oh Karin! I had no idea you were moving. I feel bad we have been zero help. I'm sure next weekend is not the best time for us to come up and go to the temple. Let me know if we can do anything.
I think you are helping more than you realize :) Take care of that baby. Cody and I both enjoyed our time with you guys. I am so antsy to come see you. I hope you are feeling all right after your crazy weekend. loves
Yay for friends and family and help who look past the "we're okay"!
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