We just moved into our new house after living with my folks for the past 5 + months (see my previous blog). It is heavenly to have our own space and so much of it! The house was built to meet the needs of our growing family, and we LOVE it! But, the whole moving part is for the birds. We had to move twice. Once – putting most into storage units, fragile stuff with family, and some staying with us. The second time – moving everything from those locations to our new house.
[hr]
As far as my sanity and happiness (or lack thereof) went during the moving process, I had similar feelings that I had after having my third baby. I felt crazy, stressed, sleep-deprived, and out of balance just after my third was born and on top of that, I was moving in with my parents just a month postpartum – yeah, I know, not the best decision ever made. Luckily, with having my baby, we planned for my husband to take a nice break from work and after settling in with my folks, I had my parents to help me get back to normal, too.
When we moved in to our new home, all the same crazy, stressed, sleep-deprived, and out of balance feelings came rushing back. Only this time, my husband only took one full vacation day from work, and we were hosting Thanksgiving for 22 people (possibly my second worst decision ever made).
In short, I feel like moving is like having a baby, because it knocked me into the same emotional state as when my baby was born. And since I just had a baby, I could say my emotional roller coaster was like that of having twins. Moms of twins, I’m sending you electronic hugs. You deserve it!
If I had it to do over again…
I’d ask for more help, hire more help, and ask my husband to take extra time off of work for the move. Live and learn. Although, here’s hoping we never have to move again!
