Trials and Tribulations of a Moving Mother

Well, I know I haven't written in a while, and for some of you, you're shrugging and going, "Who really cares." But for those dedicated few that actually look forward to my posts, I bow to you all for being patient with me.

Last week my husband told me that his interview for a manager position in the company he works for was this week and that I needed to start packing the house up just in case he did get the job and we had to move. So, I rolled up my imaginary sleeves (since it's been 80-85 degrees here every day) and started doing just that.

Of course, with a 22 month old and a 5 month old, it's basically impossible to do what I had been instructed to do. Packing is such an easy task when you look at it, but add in the element of a attention driven 5 month old, a trouble-making 22 month old, and a wound up 2 year old black lab/terrier mix, and you get a disaster waiting to happen.

First day of packing...

I decided, since I had a few boxes to begin with, that I would start in our bedroom, since there are a bunch of things we aren't using and bedrooms always give me trouble. Everything was going good as I sorted through all of my old clothes, which I decided to donate a bunch to salvation army because I'll never fit into them again... (The beautiful wonders of being a mother. lol) But that lucky streak seemed to end as Toby decided he wanted to "help" mommy. It first started with throwing things in the box from the donation pile. Then it was standing up on the bed and getting into the box I was packing and pulling clothes out. When I told him he couldn't do that, he frowned at me and stormed out of the bedroom out into the living room.

Me being the hopeful mother that I am, I had hoped that he was watching the developmental child channel that I have on during the day to help stimulate learning in the kids. All was silent for around fifteen minutes and then I heard giggling before thumping of feet back the hallway and then into Toby's room. Ok, I had to check on him, because that giggle was his devious giggle that he does when he knows he's done something he shouldn't have done. So I stopped packing and leaned out into the hallway, only to see my oldest son, covered in orange crayon... All on his chest, all over his hands, on his legs and feet, and most importantly... It was all over his face and on his teeth.

The little stinker had taken one of his newer crayons (which is a soft crayola crayon that's easier for kids to color with) and colored on himself along with eating the crayon. I remember snorting and laughing my butt off as he stared at me, one of the biggest smiles on his face as if he was incredibly proud of what he had accomplished in such a little time. So commences the bath time, which was longer than usual because of all the scrubbing I had to do, and he still was a little oompa loompa for the rest of the day and most of the next, actually.

But back to what I did after I got him "slightly" clean. I went back to packing and actually got to finish a box. Count that... ONE. Haha. Things went slightly smoothly after that until Aidan decided that every piece of clothing I picked up to put in anothe rbox was taking attention away from him. So he'd scream as I picked up a piece of clothing, but stop once it was placed in the box. Finally, I think I got on the end of my rope with the attention craving that I stormed out to the living room and picked the little stinker up, which in turn caused him to squeal in delight and blow raspberries and bubbles at me.

So I did what any crazy mother would do. I waltzed back to the room still holding my youngest son and I very slowly and tediously started packing once again. And just as I thought I was going to be getting on a roll and getting a lot accomplished, Ella decided to put her two cents in. The dog went crazy and started whining before running circles around me.

They were out to drive me crazy is what I have surmised. But I'm still strong in the head... well, maybe. Ella needed to go out, and badly it seemed, even though I had taken her a little over half an hour before that, she must have been drinking all of her water and eating all of her food. Then proceeded the half an hour outside as she continuously sniffed everywhere to figure out where would be good to let loose.

FINALLY, as she did her business and I chased her back onto the porch, I set out to pack once again. Just as I think that I'm going to actually get through a box without any interruptions, the phone starts going off. It's my mom. I love talking to my mom, but I was at whit's end with all the inerruptions. I think she could probably tell, because she said I seemed tired and I just needed to relax. But I couldn't relax, not with how much needed packed still.

And then came the crash from the kitchen, somewhere I had blocked off so that Toby couldn't get to it. But my dog is ever so resourceful and had pushed the blockade away from the doorway and let Toby in. My son had crawled up onto a chair and gotten onto the dining room table. He had then proceeded to take everything that was on there and throw it onto the floor, which included one of his pull along toys that was heavy as heck. THAT was the noise I had heard. Thanking God that it hadn't been him, I quickly scooped him up and took him out of the kitchen, putting the barricade up once agian and noticing that Toby was rubbing at his eyes. He wasn't fully tired yet, but he was getting there. I escorted him back to his room and put a movie on for him, hoping he'd sit down and watch it. I tihnk went back to packing once again, but as my luck had it, Aidan started screaming.

Who knew trying to pack with kids would be so back and forth? Haha. I had thought that things couldn't be too bad, but I guess I was wrong. It went like that for the rest of the time I was packing, and after 3 hours, I finally gave up and decided that 5 boxes was good enough for the day, especially since I had a little oompa loompa and a 5 month old all vying for attention.

It's basically been like that since. I'm lucky if I get 3 hours a day to pack because the kids are just so involving. I've actually had other parents ask me how I'm able to deal with both of them at the same time without snapping or going insane. I'm still not quite sure. I do what I've got to do to be the good mommy to both of my kids.

And I can hear Aidan starting to get upset and I can hear Toby getting into SOMETHING, so I better go check on all of that.  Not to mention, Ella keeps whining at the chair, even though I took her out just a little bit ago. Oh, my house never has a dull moment in it, that's for sure.

As for Jason's interview, it went well and he passed, now he just has to wow the RVM, whom he has his interview with in around half an hour with, so fingers crossed and prayers going out. We really want that job. It would mean a lot to our little family to have him have that promotion.

So, to all those reading this...

Bounty Hunter likes credits... OUT!

P.S. What I wrote here wasn't even really half of what happened that day, but I figured I should probably keep things out or this would be incredibly long. And I promise my next blog won't be this badly written. Lol.