I am almost afraid to say that things are starting to finally settle down. I am knocking on wood, crossing my fingers, toes, legs and eyes, rubbing a rabbit’s foot (which btw I find that lucky charm completely disgusting) etc. I seriously can’t believe the amount of chaos that had consumed our lives for the past few weeks. Like what? Well, I am so glad you asked……
Let’s start from the beginning…..
We decided to move on March 8th (two weeks after we found the house-CRAZY). The whole week before we had a lovely case of strep throat race through our house. Awesome. The day before the move, was a big day. Delaney had kindergarten round-up. It was surreal for a couple of reasons. 1. I can’t believe she is going to kindergarten 2. Being a former kinder teacher, I used to help facilitate these meetings and there I was, a parent! 3. She is going to kindergarten at the elementary school my brother, sister and I went to (which, coincidentally, is right around the corner). Round up went terrific, just like I knew it would and Delaney is ready to start kinder, like yesterday. Later that day, we signed the lease on the house and hauled ass to take a gander at where things would be going the next day. Later that night, one of Brody’s dreams came true- he and Eric went to Monster Jam (the amazing monster truck show). He was so excited- apparently he fell off his seat. Delaney and I went out to eat with my mom and had a girl’s night, but I was feeling like mega-crap, so we called it a night early.
At the minute clinic.. poor baby- you can see it in her eyes.
Could he BE any more excited?
My little girl at kinder round up
Saturday morning came way too fast. It was cold, rainy and not at all like the 80* weather we had had the weekend before this one. Moving sucks. There is no way around it. I tried to be as organized as possible, but it still didn’t happen. I helped as much as I could and stayed out of the way just as much (boy men get cranky when you stop right in front of them when they are holding something heavy, sheesh). At least when I showed up with 2 dozen donuts and 2 cases of beer, they were happy to see me.
Okay, here’s where the choas really starts to happen. I somehow missed the fact that when you need to have the gas turned on in your new home, the gas man needs to enter said home. Well, I did not have the keys when I scheduled the man, so we did not have gas (ha, I just read that and it made me laugh). Besides not having hot water, we had no heat. Not usually a problem in AZ, but on that particular Saturday is was freakin nippy out. We had to borrow space heaters and have a camp out in our room for the weekend. Things kind of went hay wire from there. We had to get the rest of the crap out of the little house, pull cactus out of the dogs, freeze our butts off, take showers at mom’s etc. And that was just the weekend. Ya still with me?
Monday the Directv guy was scheduled to come as well as the gas man. Directv- check-no problem. Gas man- problem. He told me our furnace was broken. Bummer dude. So, one more freezing night. Tuesday- the furnace man came- told me everything was fine. Bummer….turned into pissed. Ugh. So, we finally had heat and it was supposed to be 90* the next day. Oh the irony. Wednesday the septic men came. I had no idea what a process it was to pump poop out, but apparently it’s a 9 hour affair. That’s right…a 9 hour affair with poop. I was not happy.
Thursday- no visitors were scheduled! I was doing a jig. Dinner was in the crock pot, boxes were beginning to be unpacked and things were looking good. Then, our lovely two female dogs (it would be politically correct to call them our bitches) got into a full on dog fight- one I could not break up. When we got them separated, we realized that Sandy was pretty beat up. She had one gash on her head that was concerning, so my dad came over to assess the situation and he and Eric decided that a trip to the emergency room was in order. Cue total mental breakdown. I mean I was hysterical. Even though I knew it was not a life or death situation, it felt like it. The poor veterinarian…. I was a hot mess- the whole time. Every time she talked, I would start balling again. Little side note here….the vet was aweosme, however, in the waiting room we watched a show on Animal Planet about Rhino Poachers- I mean come on….how’s a girl supposed to gain composure while watching something so horrific? Those people are the devil. A few hundred dollars and 3 staples in the head later, we were on our way home with my first, four legged, baby who looked like she had gotten beat with a bat. It was tough.
Not too pretty, huh??
Let me just pause here and say, yes, we are still in the first week. If you just found my blog through Bower Power…. please know that this shower of crap, is not normal and I will be resuming my normal life here shortly (knocking on wood again). Friday was not too insane. Eric put up the fence so that our tropical island of cactus was less accessible and the weekend was spent at the old house, trying to clean, etc.
The second week started off just fine-until Brody said he had a tummyache and then in the next breathe proceeded to throw up all over the floor. And then again. Stomach flu in da house! Delaney got it the next day. And so did Eric. Awesomeness. So…. 3 people sick, a dog with staples in it’s head and a house full of boxes. It was possible I had a couple beers that night.
The end of the week involved a visit from a plumber. After the third time the garbage disposal shot food out of the opposite side of the sink onto my face, we decided a plumber needed to check into it (plus the kid’s shower wasn’t draining). He came, he fixed, he left, I waved and then sat on my big round butt and did nothing.
The next day I spent baking 60 cupcakes for my nephew’s birthday. Sunday we went to church and then to the party. Unfortunately, Delaney sprained her ankle in the jumping castle so that part sucked. The next day…. she’was felling fine, until about 3 that morning, Let me just tell it this way…. 5 year old with a sprained ankle, balancing on one foot over your head while you are sleeping telling you her tummy hurt- can only end badly. And yes- that happened. I literally can’t type it because it makes me instantly heave. She got sick again- and with a sprained ankle, it really sucks to have the stomach flu.
So as you can see…. life is b-to the usy. I have also…..cleaned the other house, started a new class, got Sandy’s stapled removed, washed all the sheets, blankets and towels in the house, check for snakes daily, had our saguaro cactus removed because it was about to fall across our driveway, and dealt with Brody’s complete refusal to sleep- at all.
BUT….. I LOVE this house. It’s going to be awesome once it’s organized and clean! I have my family nearby and I am so excited to just chill out this Sunday and do nothing after we go to church. I am so unbelievably grateful for this house and all the blessings in our lives. I may complain, but I know in the big picture how amazing our life is. For shiz.
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