i’m writing this on my knees

There could be all sorts of titles for this blog post:

– then there’s the unpacking
– thank god i don’t have to post every day any more
– i need a light over my kitchen sink
– i need more drawers in my kitchen
– i need a bigger fridge
– it’s a lot quieter than Lampson street

You get the picture. I chose the one above because that’s my excuse for keeping this short. My 37-year-old knees won’t take a long post. I could also give a bunch of other excuses for keeping this short, but I won’t.

We slept in the new house last night for the first time, on clean sheets (sometimes I am on the ball). Amy was here too, and Elliot was still at Gramma’s. We all slept well, but the night went by too quickly. We needed some more down time!

I had an easier day today because I had Amy so I couldn’t do a lot, but Greg worked like a dog for about…well, 12 hours and counting, as he’s still at it.

One highlight of the day was our next door neighbors coming over to deliver some fresh-baked cookies and to welcome us. That’s never happened to me, and I almost started crying right in front of them. Because this house doesn’t feel like our home yet, and it won’t for a while, but if things like that keep happening then it won’t take long!

The other highlight was when I went to phone to order pizza. There was a message from a friend, offering us a home-cooked meal. All we had to do was go get it. Butter chicken and rice, and oh, was it ever good. We were so thankful. Again with the “this doesn’t feel like home” theme, the home cooking was such a better option than pizza. It was our first family dinner in the new house, and it felt special.

I said goodbye to the old house today with tears in my eyes. I went through each empty room and paused in the office (which was Elliot’s first room) and the kids’ room. Such a lot of wonderful memories. I had another pang of sadness as I was putting Elliot to bed tonight, thinking of all the times I’ve put him to bed in the old house. I know I will feel more at home soon, I go through this with every move, but it’s hard for right now.

I’m signing off. My knees hurt and there is a freakin’ mess waiting for me to wade through.

Here’s to a new beginning…a fitting end for my final NaBloPoMo post.

moving day

The movers are coming in 2.5 hours. I packed my tea thinking that I wouldn’t want a cup this morning, but I’m regretting it. A trip to Serious Coffee might be in order.

Amy woke up for a bit but is now back asleep, so we may be able to get some stuff done this morning.

My back is very sore and stiff and I’m wishing I had a better capacity for remembering my yoga poses. Although I’m not sure I’d take the time to do them this morning, even if I did remember them. I have a massage booked for Tuesday night, so I’ll get fixed up then.

I’m hoping we have a network connection tomorrow, because it’d really suck to miss the last day of NaBloPoMo because of technical difficulties. We’re leaching off of someone else’s connection this morning.

Over and out.

a bunch of lasts

A couple of nights ago Greg asked me if it felt weird that there were all sorts of things that were happening for the last time in this house, like the last time Elliot will sleep here (he’s going to Gramma’s tonight) and the last time the kids will sleep in the same room.

I hadn’t been thinking about it (my mind can only hold so many things), but now I have. It’s not just the house, too, it’s the things we do from or to the house. Like driving home along the “bump-bump” road, or walking to Macaulay Point.

Moving has always been a depressing time for me, as I say goodbye to all that is familiar and comfortable and say hello to, well, someone else’s house. At least I have recognized this about myself and can prepare for it. It doesn’t usually last very long, and I’m wondering if this time around, with two kids and Christmas to look forward to, if it’ll be a bit easier.

parenting two kids

Yesterday wasn’t my best day as a mother. I’m going to blame the fact that we’re moving in two days and I was trying to get stuff done while caring for two kids. This was frustrating me, and I took it out on the kids a couple of times. Well, let’s be honest here, I took it out on Elliot. Although Amy got a piece of it when I dropped a hard plastic toy on her head while I was trying to stop Elliot from pulling said toy away from her.

Anyway, the day is over, we survived and today’s going much better. Gramma is here so I was able to go to preschool with Elliot, sans Amy, which was nice for Elliot and me. Then we did a couple of errands and it was so easy just having one child.

Up until now, parenting two kids has been busy, but not very difficult from a how-to-handle-this perspective. Amy hasn’t been moving, and Elliot’s been pretty amazing with her. But now Amy is starting to get into things. She’s grabby, she pulls hair, she takes toys, and she (heaven forbid) touches Elliot. I’m already finding it difficult to mediate, and she isn’t even crawling yet. Yes, she’s too young to understand, but I don’t want her to wreak havoc on Elliot’s life.

I was thinking it’d be easier once they have two rooms, but that will only work if Elliot plays in his room on his own while Amy and I hang out in her room. That’s not a lot of fun for Elliot. Although I think I will instate the rule that toys he doesn’t want Amy to play with should stay in his room, and I can help ensure Amy doesn’t get into them.

As with everything so far, I supposed I’ll adapt to the upcoming changes. It’s never going to stop, this need to adapt. Not for a long time, anyway!

stainless steel would never work for me

I cleared the fridge this afternoon. For the past 15 years, my fridge has been an ever-changing photo album, always with pictures of people and dogs. A university roommate inspired me, and I’ve continued the tradition. I love it.

I love how when visitors come into my kitchen, they stop in front of the fridge, look, comment and ask questions. Many ask who people are, some ask why they haven’t made it to my fridge yet. 🙂

I love how every time I open the fridge, I see a face of someone I love.

I love how Elliot is now aware of the pictures and often asks to be picked up so he can look at them. We name our family members and friends.

I love the push pin-styled magnets that Greg got me for Christmas for two years running, making it so easy to move pictures around.

It’s a changing masterpiece. Whenever the mood strikes, I reorganize, get rid of old photos, make way for new ones, move some around. There are a few that never leave. Like the pictures of Barkley, Digger and Yoshi that are framed by dog-themed magnets. And the beautiful picture of my mother at my brother’s 1989 wedding. And the picture of my father when he was in his late teens.

I try to always have at least one picture of a few people: my son, my daughter, my goddaughter, my nephew. The rest are picked based on what pictures haven’t made it to my scrapbook, what Christmas pictures friends have sent, and what pictures I just plain love. I rarely print a picture specifically for the fridge. They just sort of appear. And there is never a shortage. I often wish I had a larger fridge.

Doing the fridge in the new house will be one of the first things I do, as it’ll be a big step toward making the new house feel like our home.


I’ve just spent the last two hours on a response for an RFP for work, and I gotta say, it SUCKS. I hate doing RFP responses at the best of times, but add the fact that we are three days away from moving and it sucks even more. Also, I did it on my own time in the evening, which is a time I usually look forward to because my kids are sound asleep and I can relax for a bit.

Now my back is aching from sitting at the computer all tensed up, trying to figure out what the hell they are asking for, trying to figure out how to get a seven page resume down to two pages, and trying to figure out how to creatively say “I write damn good requirements” 37 different ways.

This is a good reminder of why I’m not a self-employed contractor. I admire those of you who are!

thank you, amy

Amy’s been asleep since 12:45, and I’ve had a very productive afternoon packing. Plus I was able to read a magazine while I was eating lunch, and I’ve just had a cup of tea. Now it’s back to more packing.

Of course, she’ll probably wake up now that I’ve written this.

The dog isn’t too impressed because he’s been locked outside all afternoon, as Amy is having her nap in the stroller in the front hall. His claws are too loud on the tile and wood floor.

it went well

One of the highlights of my night away was Greg phoning me this morning to tell me to not hurry home. Things were going swimmingly here at the homestead. Amy had slept through the night(!), she took the bottles of pumped milk with no fuss, Elliot was happy, and Greg sounded very relaxed.

I had a good time. Unlike a couple of years ago, when my expectations were super high about having my first night away without a child, this year I had no expectations other than enjoying some time with my friends. Yes, this was my first night away without kids since Amy was born, but it’s different now. I’m way more used to being a mum, and it feels like the norm. So a night away is a very nice bonus, but it’s not something I crave.

I’m glad I’ve reached this place.

a night off

In about three hours I’m off for our annual ladies weekend. I’m attending the abridged version (basically 24 hours away) because of a nursing child, but it means I can leave her behind. I’ve pumped eight bottles over the last two weeks and I’m just crossing my fingers that everything goes well for Greg. Gramma is here too, so that will help. Plus she’s shovelling back the food nowadays, so she won’t starve.

I’ll report on my getaway tomorrow evening.

how’s the packing going?

Lots of people have been asking me this question. My answer is that I’m not sure! Our garage is almost full of packed boxes, but the house still looks lived in.

I haven’t packed any of the kids’ clothes and only a small portion of their toys. Our kitchen is down to the bare minimum, but I suspect there’s at least an evening’s worth of packing there still. We’ve done nothing in the yard, and we have to take a fence down, clean up some garbage, and empty a bunch of flower pots. There’s also the question of the composter — i.e., what to do with it.

I’ve packed some of my clothes, but the closet still looks full. We’ve packed all our books, CDs and DVDs, but that was easy. The sunroom needs a bit more attention. The bathroom still has at least one box worth of stuff in it, maybe two. The office is maybe half done — none of the computer equipment has been disassembled.

We have a dump trip to make and at least one trip to Value Village. The basement still needs some work, but it’s hard to tell how much. The fridge and freezer contents will need to be moved, but we’re slowly emptying the freezer, so it shouldn’t take too long to pack that stuff.

I think next week will be a busy week.