Moving out, moving in, moving on.

We moved house last weekend.

Phil and I had grand intentions of sorting through our belongings and sending away the things we don't need. We have a lot of stuff, which is expected in a household of 7. We spent about a month slowly packing away all our things, then a week frantically packing things, then a couple days shouting "Just throw it in a box, I don't care we'll sort it out when we get there!!!" Things didn't exactly go to plan is what I'm saying.

See, just over a month ago my husband came down with mono. Which sucked, he was so sick. Bad timing, since he wasn't able to do much. Then as he mended, the twins decided now would be a super time to cut some teeth. Which meant that even with both of us home, only one of us could actually be doing anything since the other was busy holding cranky babies. Add in all the running around that's required for a family of 7, and man...time got away from us in a big bad way.

I thought back to when I was little and my parents bought our house. They shipped me off to go camping with my grandmother for a week or so. So I was off enjoying tenting, roasting marshmallows and generally enjoying the company of my Nan and other family...Mom and Dad packed, moved, unpacked etc. So I left the apt to come home to our house, set up and ready for living in.

My parents were geniuses.

Mom did take my bigger kids over night and then the twins too during the moving day, so that rocked.

Moving weekend also fell on recital weekend for Grace. So in the midst of moving I had to get her to rehearsal, and then Sunday was pretty much a write off as we attended her recital. She did fantastic, and just like every other year I teared up while watching her.

We also discovered that we have amazing supportive friends, without whom I would have been an absolute mess. I only cried once, they kept things moving forward, kept me from losing my mind. They rock.

So for the past week we've been unpacking, finding places for all the furniture and belongings, sorting through stuff to send it on it's way if we don't need it or want it. I've lost track of the number of trips to the Salvation Army drop off spots, or the number of bags and boxes of baby stuff we've sent in the direction of my brother for his wee boy. There's still a ton of things to go through, but the pile is dwindling, and that's a very good thing.

The new neighbourhood is fantastic. The kids already have friends, Grace has even already had a sleepover. There's lots of space to run around, playgrounds nearby and it's been awesome. I've made some friends too. I think we're going to be very happy here. We've gotten most of our things where they belong and it already feels like home.

The past couple weeks have been quite stressful and I tend to do one of two things when stressed...I knit or I bake. I ended up making 2 batches of chocolate chip cookies as I packed up some of our kitchen the night before we moved (I figured they'd been good for morale, lol) and the other day I cast off my Colour Affection shawl. It's soaking right now, I'll post pics of it later.

So that's us all caught up. I spent most of yesterday sleeping since it was the first day I didn't have a million and one things to do so I crashed hard. The kids have a few more activities and then they are done their extracurriculars for this school year and then all that's left is finishing up our schooling, then come on summer vacation.

It's good to be home.