I'm forcing myself to write today. What I really want to do is run around screaming and pulling out all of my hair and then collapse into a corner, but since my two year old seems to have the monopoly on that sort of behaviour this evening I have to resign myself to being the adult.
We move in three days. I'm trying to breathe through this. As ineffective as Lamaze breathing was during labour it's doubly ineffective during stress. (Does the huffing really actually help anyone? Really? I'm serious, has anyone at all ever started breathing deeply and thought 'you know, I really AM handling this contraction better?')
So how prepared am I for the move? Well, not very. I have my cookbooks and table linens packed, and a box of small kitchen appliances and one of pots and pans I'm not in the middle of using. I've got all the dishes done in preparation for moving them, but haven't gotten beyond that point. Half of my pantry staples are in a banana box, and we're desperately eating everything out of the fridge, which has been emptied almost completely. The storage room has been emptied, everything packed except for maybe two shelves of the bookcase, and labelled, so I'm pretty happy with that. Samuel's books are packed, all the extra towels and blankets, most of our bookcase, random things.
I would say we're about 50% done. I would be packing instead of typing, but we've run out of boxes. I have to go get more.
Our new landlady thinks we may even be able to have access to the house on the evening of the 30th! She's going to shampoo the carpets for us that day and if everything from the old tenants has moved out we can start to move stuff in. Even if this just means that we can get all the linens and lighter boxes over, I would be thrilled.
On the other hand, our current apartment still isn't rented. Three people have come to see it. I'm praying that God sends a tenant soon.
Samuel had a really horrific day today in terms of behaviour. Lots of screaming and tantrums. I know that most of it can be chalked up to a 15 minute nap that was interrupted, combined with a small cold, but I still found it really frustrating. Clara refused to nap except on me, which wasn't very comfortable for either of us because she woke up after only about 30 minutes.
I was thinking about their ages today. Samuel is 2 years 7 months and 1 day old. Clara is 5 months 17 days old. They seem simultaneously older and younger than their ages.
Samuel is asking me these days if I 'remember' things. "Remember? Mama? Remember when..." and then he gives me an activity that happened recently. Tonight as we were getting ready for bed he asked me if I remembered when he cleaned 'Geedah House', which is what he calls the church. I assume he meant helping to clean up the toys today after Sunday School, but I think it's funny that he can't quite realize that I don't remember things I didn't see.
It was a bad 'whole foods' day. We had homemade granola for breakfast, and Samuel ate two apples. Then we were at our church small groups this afternoon so we ate pizza and caesar salad (mmmmm) and drank lemonade and had way way too many chocolate chip cookies. I had five. Oh my gosh were they ever good. And a coffee with sugar in it.
And then we came home and had steak and sweet potatoes and brown rice for supper, and Samuel didn't want steak so he mostly ate cheese and rice. And he had peanuts for snack. Maybe it wasn't a truly awful day diet wise but it wasn't fantastic.
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