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Today, I thought we would have a little fun.
It is officially moving day in our house – as you are reading this we are likely watching boxes get packed into the moving truck or corralling the boys and dog into the car to make our way down to our interim home.
Moving out of state with a two-year-old and 3-month old is about as fun as it sounds. So, I’ve put together some gifs (with the help of some of my friends who have had similar experiences) to show you what our life has been like the last two weeks. Enjoy 🙂
What were we thinking?
Let’s be clear from the get-go. We are doing this move by choice. Taking advantage of a strong real estate market seemed like an amazing idea. Until we remembered we are still sleep-deprived parents of a toddler and newborn.
When did we acquire all this stuff?
Since December we have been telling ourselves we have been minimizing. But moving means actually looking at and touching every. single. thing. in your home. We made over $700 selling things on LetGo and Facebook Marketplace over the last two weeks. And, sadly, had to get one of those mini, soft side dumpster things for all our crap that no one needed or wanted.
Tasks are interrupted 47 million times
Remember before kids when you could just buckle down and pound out a task? Yeah, that is impossible now. We kept saying things like, “This afternoon, we will tackle the basement!” Only to have the toddler need our attention every 5 seconds and the baby decide to cluster feed.
We can’t do this!
Many tears were shed in the making of this move. Sometimes from sleep deprivation, up late at night finally getting things done without interruption. Sometimes emotion-filled when I would realize we were leaving our very first home, where we brought both boys home from the hospital. Hold on, where are my tissues?
“I want to help!”
One of the most hilarious (when it isn’t infuriating) parts of moving with a toddler is when they want to help. Fuss Fish wanted to be put in many boxes. He wanted to “help” with the bubble wrap – which basically meant walking on it to hear it pop. Once, we came downstairs and he had taken 8 plates out of a box and lined them up down the front hall. No idea why. But when we asked him he said, “I’m a big helper.”
Fuss Fish has no idea what’s happening
It is no easy feat to explain to very verbal two-year-old why you are packing up all his stuff. Especially when we won’t be headed straight to our final destination, but will be chilling at Grandma and Grandpa’s for a bit.
Some days, he was totally cool with it. Other times he would try to frantically pull everything out of boxes and yell that he didn’t want to go. Poor guy 🙁
We’re running out of time!
Yesterday, the day before the move, was a tornado. The night before is when you realize you have 600,000 pens in random drawers all over the house that you somehow missed. And what do we do with half-filled paint cans? Oh, and Fuss Fish’s favorite elephant got packed in a box somewhere and must be rescued so it doesn’t end up in storage for 2 months.
To top it all off, we had to at least sweep clean the house since we won’t be present for the walkthrough and closing later this week. I’ll do that again today once the movers are done.
And now, we wait for our next home
Funny story, we don’t officially have a new place to live yet. We have a house we think we will be renting starting early July, but we can’t sign a lease yet. The owner is waiting for a work visa overseas so we are all in limbo. Oops!
Thank goodness for amazing in-laws willing to take in a whole family of chaos.
Have you ever moved with babies and toddlers? What was your experience like? Drop any funny stories in the comments!