All week we didn't know where the rest of our stuff was. The mover called and had it all on another semi ready to be unpacked again. I have no idea how the movers/we (mainly Josh, really) crammed, shoved and piled a 3000 square foot home into a 1000 square foot second floor apartment. I mean, stacked 10 feet high in our single garage. And best of all....we get to move this stuff AGAIN when we find a house here. Yippee.
Phahaha. When ya look at this place it looks like we should be aired on the show "Hoarders: Buried Alive" on TLC.
Josh and I had flashbacks. Flashback on when we were first married. We couldn't find (among many other things too) the screws to our bed frame. So we are sleeping just on a boxspring/mattress too. Boxes everywhere. Everything is everywhere. We only have maybe 10% of our house up in this apartment and we're making do. It's like the good ole' days.
Minus the two extra little people that occupy our hearts now too. Speaking of the girls- they are loving just sleeping with their mattresses plopped on the floor and making a bit of a monkey mess. They are relishing in the fact (me too) that they can clutter up their space a bit. There won't be spotless house showings or much entertaining here for awhile.
This first week has had it's challenges and joy's.
The key word right now is:
adventure.
The family times/celebrating a new baby Whiting coming soon:
awesome.
The newness and missing the comforts of everything and everyone:
rough.
The girls adjusting:
fabulous.
The work that Josh has missed and has to catch up on:
bummer.
The weather and views: totally
rocks.
The homeschooling:
tough, but I'm acting as if I know what I'm doing.
Leaning into God's plans...
being all together and having everything in one place at this point:
priceless.
