It blows my mind how quickly my mind defeats me! Moving has got to be one of the tougher things in this crazy life. Not toughest, I'd put childbirth, losing someone you love, and fighting with a family member on the toughest list. Back to moving. We strive to find a home, finally land in one, get our stuff unpacked. Put 100 holes in the wall to display all the pictures that'll make it seem homey. We arrange and rearrange the furniture. We fill the fridge and pantry with the essentials. Flare up the oven and bake a familiar dish. Then somewhere between week 4 and 10 the house is finally feeling like home.
It's so nice to be home. Isn't it?
But then, it's time to move. Again. I just happen to be pregnant again. Well, I'm frequently pregnant, but I happen to be largely pregnant and in my 3rd trimester again. This would be round 3 of this late pregnancy moving business. Oh yes, big, hot, round, freckled and hairy. Add those to the woes. Trying to take everything down from the walls, filling the holes with spackle, cursing myself for ever having put a thing up on the walls to begin with. Sanding the spackling, re-spackling, sanding. Digging through the dark places of the rental to find the paint that you're praying the owners have on hand. Finding the paint, applying it. Then digging up the glaze because one coat of one color just isn't enough. The glaze is all but gone. Get Acetone from the pedicure box and add a half a cap hoping this will dilute the thick sticky glaze into something workable. Crud! The paint doesn't look right. In fact it looks terrible!! That's because you've picked the wrong base color. Dig some more, despair a little, get rescued by a blonde haired, freckle faced, girl who happens to pick up the 15 gallon bucket and find the right base shade. Thank you Lord! Repaint, take a nap. Ahhhhhhh. Time to get that forsaken glaze back out and add another half cap of acetone. We are in business. Stop cursing yourself for putting holes in the wall. It's okay now. It's okay. It's ok.
Now for the game room downstairs. Where the kids ate pizza on Friday nights and occasionally smeared things on the wall. Gonna have to take down the posters, pennants, pictures, and puzzles. It'll be okay soon. It'll be okay. It will be ok!
A feast of laughter, beauty, and goodness, all crafted into the simple stories of one large Christian family.
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Oh, Christie, I can relate too closely to this story!
Praying for all of you (but esp. you, Mama) as this chapter soon ends and another one begins :)
Oh, Christie, I can relate too closely to this story!
Praying for all of you (but esp. you, Mama) as this chapter soon ends and another one begins :)
Poor Mom and me can"t help you guys with moving savvy we do not have any experience!
Poor Mom and me can"t help you guys with moving savvy we do not have any experience!
Praying for you dear!
I get stressed enough when we move and I have never been pregnant or had children to care for while doing so. Thinking of you, and PLEASE let us know when/how we can help. Love to you all.
Jen, I will. Thank you. ;)
Wow, That is so so so true!
Moving! We moved so often as kids (divorced parents), that it has been really nice to only have lived in 3 places as a married couple (almost 23 years!) Will you be staying on the east coast?
It will be ok! You will be resettling and making new holes in no time, even though you are probably swearing you will have bear white walls if it kills you. God put something in us ladies that says, lets make this place lovely, and it will reflect Him and all His lovely creations.
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