I have begun the process of packing up our house. Not the most fun I have ever had.
On the up side I AM feeling a lot better. Not 100% but I no longer feel like I am dying so that is a good thing.
The boys are freaked right out by the boxes and the talk of moving. Aiden keeps negotiating with me about who we can bring with us. I keep telling him we will be taking ourselves and Grandma our cat Shadow and Grandma's cat Cleo but everyone else has to stay here. He thinks that is a pretty bad idea. He is also VERY concerned about me packing his stuff. I haven't packed a single thing of his yet (I'm not that dumb) but he still needs to check every single box just to make sure it doesn't contain ANYTHING that is his.
I haven't quite figured out how we'll get his stuff packed but I am thinking I will leave it until the end... just to save my sanity.
Owen has agreed to move because there is an indoor pool there. He brought me his swimsuit and googles today and told me we could leave now. I told him we weren't leaving for days and days and I had to pack up ALL of our stuff first. He then questioned me about how LONG we would be there. I explained we would be LIVING there for a LONG time in a different house. He suggested we go there for part of the time to go swimming but come back and sleep here. I reminded him about the zillion hour van ride it took to get there so he then suggested we move the pool here instead.
Olivia would like to sit in the boxes instead of letting me pack them. She also finds taking things OUT of unattended boxes to be very enjoyable. Not so helpful to me.
And my head is still pounding. No throwing up though. YAY!!!
There have been several bouts of tears and tantrums already since we told the boys we are moving... and I am guessing there will be a lot more. Sigh.
I just keep reminding myself that EVERYTHING WILL BE OK.
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