Manic Monday : June 1, 2015.....Just Kidding It is Tuesday

*It was so Manic...it's published on a Tuesday*


If someone says 'manic Monday' and you don't immediately start singing that Bangles song...then I don't know what I can do to help you.

It is an entirely manic Monday.

I'm moving in 9 days.

I haven't packed a thing.

I have no movers.

I will be out of town this weekend.

So basically...I'm so far behind the eight ball, I can't even see it.

I think I've been in some sort of denial regarding the move. I know it is happening, I've wanted it to happen, but at the same time I haven't. I like living across the street from my mother. I have gotten used to my place, and even though it is crazy small and I don't have my own room, I will miss it.

It was a wonderful cozy place, when Boomer and I needed it. It was MINE. Without any help from anyone. It was proof that I could do it all on my own. It was OURS. Boomer liked having a roomie. She knew that if she was scared she could just take a few steps and be in my bed for a cuddle. We could be silly and have underwear dance parties. We could finally get a kitty friend.

And so we have grown up in this place. Our little 3 person family. (Yes, Jack is a person.) This place served its purpose and while I am sad to see it go, and really, really, really sad to leave my fireplace, I am excited for new adventures. I'm excited to decorate. I am excited to sleep in an adult size bed. (QUEEN SIZE) I am excited for Boomer and I to each have our own space. She only needs to walk a few more steps for cuddles.

If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I don't do well with change. This is another big one. Boomer and I are nothing if not strong, resilient girls so I know we will be fine.

This post isn't going anywhere. Just my thoughts. Bear with me guys....the move will be over soon.

Moving: 14 Days and Counting

Suddenly I went from moving in a month...to moving in two weeks.

I still don't have movers.

I haven't packed a thing.

In an effort to purge things, my house now looks like a war-zone.

Oh...and my car is acting up.

When it rains it pours.

So...in the midst of all the raining, blogging got lost last week. I know, I know I was planning on getting back to posting 2-3 times a week (and that is still my goal, someone keep me honest), but life just royally got in the way last week.

Does anyone have great suggestions about moving, movers, how to get your soon to be 9 year old to not be a hoarder?

I'm all ears!

Moving : 27 Days and Counting

Yes, we are moving again.

In the almost 4 years I've been blogging...I will have moved...3 times.

Once just Boomer and I, then JJ moved in with us, then Boomer and I moved out on our own again. (Yes...my marriage clearly had some ups and downs.)

Now we are moving again. I should be a pro, but the last move was actually almost 2 years ago. 2 years of accumulating stuff. 2 years of routine.

Moving is stressful. First there is the actual decision to move. Which I agonized over for 2 years. Not EVEN kidding.I planned on our 1 bedroom townhouse being a temporary stop in the midst of the divorce. Then Boomer switched schools and my commute went to Hades.  My current commute takes me up to the northern suburb where Boomer attends school, then past my house again to the eastern suburb where I work.

That 42 minutes  quoted by Google? Lies. It takes an hour. Twice a day. So more than an entire workday each week. In my car. They increased my rent again this year, to a price that made it cheaper to just move.  Also....we've been living in a 1 bedroom townhouse for 2 years. We each have separate beds....but share a room. While it was good at first while Boomer was dealing with the split. Momma now absolutely needs her own room. With a door. That shuts. That also locks.

Now, once you decide to move...then you have to chose a new home. OMG. The amount of places I looked at. Then dragged my mother to look at. Then looked at again with Momm and Boomer. It was insane. The places I loved were inevitably expensive. Then the places I though were priced alright I didn't like. I finally picked a place though, that will cut down our commute and that I think we will be happy in.

I know...15 minutes doesn't seem like much, but it adds up, and I won't be fighting as much traffic anymore, so truly this is going to cut my commute almost in half.

Now comes the logistical nightmare part.

Packing. Choosing movers.

I hate to pack everything. Part of me wants to get started and pack ALL THE THINGS. This is not practical because I need things day to day. So I'm trying to weed out all the things that DON'T need to make this move with us...in lieu of packing.

Movers. I now have enough real furniture in my possession that I don't trust the u-haul and friends method of moving. My pretty brand new couch will be moved by licenced, insured movers dang it! Said movers are not cheap.

So that is where we are. A month from D-Day. Oh and moving day?

The day before Boomer's 9th birthday.

Pray Saints.