All Moved In And Living In Chaos

There.  We're moved.

It was a long day for us and all of our helping crew.  None of whom (ahem) stayed for pizza, leaving us with four pizzas which we are still eating.  The rain poured, the white sofa is awwwwful, there is stuff everywhere.  e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.

But we're moved, hallelujah.  I've never moved with children before so I was expecting it to be a pretty rough experience, which it was, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.  And the livingroom is about 80% set up into some kind of order, as are the dining room and kitchen.  There are a lot of boxes, mostly of books, that are scattered around the house, but all in all it isn't looking too bad.

I detest chaos, though, and any sort of disorder or change, and so this move has essentially been an emotional nightmare for me.  I've had to deal with beaurocracy and red tape and address changes and the post office (oh I hate the post office) and I've had to clean and tidy and organize and manage and entertain and handle everyone's meltdowns.  Samuel's meltdowns, mostly.  He did not move well.  And in the midst of this I've had to feed and clothe four people

David's parents arrived last night with their car, which is being transferred to us on Monday, and that's another source of stress for me - a new car.

But, except for a few places, I think I've changed our address everywhere it needed to be changed.  And the hydro guy came on Friday and switched the power to our name, and the phone/internet guy came yesterday and hooked up those utilities.  Our landlord has fixed the hot water tap upstairs and is working on getting the dryer looked at (it squeaks terribly) and is fixing the rough edges of the deck; they don't bother me but they bother her.  So the house is in good working order, we've made our first trip out to buy a few groceries to see us through until I can figure out how everything is getting organized and make a big fill-up-the-pantry trip.  Once I know where the pantry is.

And so things are slowly, slowly, slowly coming together.  I wouldn't say we've found our groove, but we're closer to it.  And that's okay by me.