Those 2 words pretty much sum up the last couple of days around my house. As some of you may know, my family and I are moving. (In an effort for me to be able to continue to stay home with the kids, we are cutting back on our expences by moving out of our house and into an apartment and taking our children out of private school and into public school. I still have mixed feelings about public school, but at this point we don't really have a choice monitarily. It's just plain too expensive and I do NOT have the patience to homeschool!)
So anyway, I have been working my butt off the last couple of days by cleaning out closets and drawers and getting rid of stuff we no longer need. We cleared out our crawl space in the basement and I'm currently going through all those totes and boxes full of (mostly) toys and throwing a TON of stuff away! I've also been sorting and washing kids clothes and separating them into stuff to take to a second hand store to see if they'll buy any of them and stuff to just skip that step and take them right to good will. Bad news is, they only take 2 boxes of stuff at a time, per person at the second hand store. So, looks like I'll have to take a few trips. Dag, how in the world have these kids accumulated so many clothes? It's sickening I tell ya.
And the toys, oh the toys!! I know I could probably sell a lot of them, but it is so much work and very time consuming (and since we're on a time limit) I'm simply tossing the toys we no longer want to keep. It's amazing how much junk we have.
Now on to the puking part. Yesterday, my oldest daughter woke up not feeling so great and by mid morning, she was puking! Great! I tried to keep her away from the other 2 as much as possible, but nevertheless, my 9 month old son woke up around 6 am throwing up! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Poor little man!
Fortunately, he doesn't act sick except for when he's puking. Then he gets cranky and unhappy for a few minutes. But then he's back to normal until he pukes again. Not fun times! I am still hoping that the rest of us won't get this virus, but, I'm sure it's just wishful thinking.
Do you all know how impossible it is to pack for a move (or do anything for that matter?) when you can't put the baby down for more than 2 minutes at a time? Darn near, I tell you, darn near! If you looked at my house now, you would probably be wondering what I've been doing around here besides making a mess. But I promise you I HAVE been busting my butt as much as I possibly can. Well, time to go change a poopie diaper. Ah, the joys of parenting! :)
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I HATE moving. When we bought this house in 1990 I told my husband I will never move again, I am going to die in this house. Worse chore imaginable, I feel for you.
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